My Dreamy Old Husband

Anne was rendered speechless by Sophia’s questions. Growing defensive, she glowered at Sophia and countered, “I don’t own any shares now in the Ronney Group, but it’s only a matter of time before I do. I am Young Lady Yard, after all. You’re just a nobody!”

Sophia laughed at Anne’s remark. Standing at the foot of the hospital bed, Sophia surveyed Anne’s pale face with cool appraisal. “You dare call yourself Young Lady Yard when you don’t even own a single share in the Ronney Group? You have no right to call yourself that at all!” she spat.

Anne’s face twisted into a grimace. Sophia is just as despicable as her low-life mother!

“Shares?” Anne wanted to retch and she snarled at Sophia in detest, “People like you only care about money and power. You’re just as shameless as your mother! You’re nothing but a despicable low-life! How dare you assume the Yard Family would ever stoop as low as you? I didn’t come back to the Yards just so I could have shares in the company—I came back for honor, which is something you would never be able to understand! You’re nothing compared to us!”

Indeed, there was no denying that she was despicable.

Shares, money and power were all she ever talked about.

And yet, these were all the same things that prompted Anna Yard to eradicate her entire family!

Sophia sat down on the corner of the bed and tried to appear as amiable as possible. “Fine; let’s not talk about money. My dear Miss Osborne, what makes you think my father would ever be interested in you?”

However, Sandra interjected before Anne could answer, “Please take note that she will no longer be called Miss Osborne. She’s already part of the Yard family so she will only be addressed as Anne Yard from now on.”

Hearing that, Sophia thought the Osborne name was better suited for Anne.

Anne ought to look at herself in the mirror before deciding to take on the Yard family name.

Yard and her sons had gotten rid of the rest of their family just so they could make room

suitors lining up for her all the way to France, because she began to list her many qualities. “I’m beautiful and young. I come from a family of scholars. I’m gentle as well as intellectual. I play eight different musical instruments and I’m well-versed in everything from law to Sanskrit.” Anne appeared to be pleased with herself as she eyed Sophia with disdain. “Cooper and I will be the perfect couple if we end up together. We were made for each other! What we have is true love and you can never come between

only stare blankly

to insinuate that Cooper

more than

much of a low-life as I am. All he cares about is money. We’re a bunch of money-crazed people and as vulgar as we are, we would never be good enough to become your in-laws. It would

wasn’t wrong. After all, Cooper was vulgar enough to have become

all the African countries as they demanded for the treatment, but he had denied them all. He used the treatment as leverage, refusing to give

making a profit. If they were to turn back time and go back to the revolution, a man

b*tch! How dare you stab your father in the back by

be with Cooper, which inevitably led her

did so in a way that was akin to how a stepmother would put down her husband’s illegitimate child. “You were born out of wedlock. What right do you have to butt into your father’s affairs? You’re ridiculous! It doesn’t even make sense for your father to spoil you the way he does, and now you think you’re above everyone else? How dare

your elders and you don’t know your place. You’re a daughter born out of wedlock, so who gave you the right and the

you no shame? You’re married with a family of your own but you and your husband continue to reside at Cooper’s place. You’ve completely destroyed the Mitchells’ reputation!” She scowled resentfully. “You’d better move out of Cooper’s

was stunned into

who was staying at her place,

when he

be fair to Anne, Sophia understood why this seemed a ridiculous