My Dreamy Old Husband

The child of around two to three years of age leaned pitifully in Sophia’s arms. She was scared, anxious, was too afraid to speak, and had her lips pressed together tightly. Despite having suffered, she did not dare to say a word. Michael was a father himself and did not have the heart to turn the child away.

“Okay. If you like her, we will buy her.”

After they paid for the child, Sophia stopped going in further and went to a rest area with the child in her arms instead.

She knew that she was not fit to go in there. She feared that she would not be able to control herself and end up buying all the children in the market.

“D*mmit! It had to be the Yard Family!” Michael cursed.

After finding out that it was the Yard Family, he thought it was fortunate but also a pain.

At least, the child was not sold into the pornographic industry or a killer organization. She was not sold to gruff old men as a plaything either. It was the most fortunate outcome in that wretched place.

The Yard Family was of imperial descent and they still carried on the imperial family’s traditions. Every year, they took in children of unknown origins and trained them to become bodyguards from a young age. They were similar to shadow guards in ancient times.

But, why did it have to be the Yard Family?

The Fletcher Family turned them from a flourishing entity to being left with only one son for generations. It was going to be a lot of work to bring that child back.

Suddenly, a frown appeared on Michael’s forehead and he ran out of the specialized area toward the rest area. When he got there, however, he did not see Sophia but only Hale with five to six children. Hale looked at Michael helplessly with his palms in the air in front of him.

Not long after, Sophia came back with two more children. Now, there were eight of them in total.

Both Michael and Quinton gaped at her.

I knew I shouldn’t have brought her here! She is going to buy all the children in the market at this rate!

The eight children were all around the same age as Carmen. Each one of them looked pitiful. Michael felt his head start to ache at the sight.

even eight

other people splurged on bags, she splurged on

very peculiar way

“Hubby—”

that he was mad. She simply looked at him

for the children and left that precarious

they brought all the children back to the hotel, Sophia had people buy bags of necessities

were lively, adorable, and cheeky, but none of them uttered a single word. They listened to everything

and could not bear to see them in misery. Who knew what they would

them, they all seemed healthy. They probably had parents who adored them but were somehow sold off to

different races—Caucasian, Black, and Asian. If Sophia wanted to find their parents, she would have to search the entire world, which did not seem possible. It looked like she would have to take them all in, but

in. She wanted to find them adoptive families once they returned home. If no one adopted

Quinton were

there. I’ll make a deal with them as a member of the Phantom Wolf and bring the child back. The animosity between the Fletcher and Yard Families runs too deep. You shouldn’t go there. I’ve made a deal with the Yards before. They paid me to kill one of their enemies. I have

though he did not trust him completely, he felt like he

I want

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visit to the black market, the two men went

time. She felt like she would ruin things if she went with them

were unusually obedient. They ate as they were told, slept as they were told, and did

prior to

planned to bring the children back to the country. Trying to find their biological parents did not seem possible now, so she might as well find a reliable

got multiple shots, and went through a lot of suffering. Yet, she was unable to conceive. She had almost given up completely. Because Carmen seemed lonely

Michael and Quinton left to go to the Yard Residence, Sophia brought the children out to eat. There was a Crimson House branch in the area and she walked in without a second thought; she ordered children’s

the restaurant next to