My Dreamy Old Husband

Suddenly, a cone of ice cream was put in front of him. “Would you like to have some ice cream?”

Derek looked up to find that the corners of his mouth tasted salty; only then did he come to his senses and realize that his face was wet with tears. He wiped his tears away, saying, “Thank you.”

Derek glanced at Quinton without saying a word as they ate ice cream silently.

His mind seemed to have recovered its balance when he looked at Quinton. At the very least, he didn’t go astray, and somebody was still caring about him.

Quinton had lied down after eating his ice cream. Playing with his cell phone, he replied, “Okay.”

It had been seven days since Derek ‘died’.

Over the last seven days, Sandra and Alex played up Derek’s death as much as possible. They seemed to have concluded that Derek must have been killed by either Sophia or Michael.

Sit-in protests had been staged downstairs at Dragon Technology’s premises from time to time, for many urged the relevant departments to find the actual murderer to avenge Derek.

The police repeatedly asserted that the murderers had been found, and Sophia actually had nothing to do with the homicide. Even so, the public refused to believe this. To them, even the victim’s family couldn’t be fooled by this story, let alone the outsiders. Moreover, Dragon Technology hadn’t handed over Derek’s remains even now, so there must be something terribly wrong behind this!

There were huge crowds of people downstairs at Dragon Technology’s premises on the seventh day after Derek’s death. Sandra and Alex showed up downstairs together; leading many of the Mitchells, they occupied the entrance and burned offerings for Derek.

As they burned the offerings, they cried with great sadness.

Sandra knew that the longer the matter dragged on, the worse it would be for her. She must make a big deal out of this incident as soon as possible to benefit from this.

“My poor brother, please come out and meet me if you can see us. Tell Dad and me who killed you! Don’t be afraid, for Dad and I will certainly speak up for you. You have the entire Mitchell Family at your back! Oh, my brother! My poor, poor brother…”

Not only Sandra and Alex were wailing downstairs; a group of Mitchells who ranked as Derek’s junior in the family hierarchy were even forced to wear deep mourning and kneel downstairs; they wailed for the dead while burning offerings.

building, Cooper couldn’t help going ballistic at the sight of the

this was the golden opportunity to make Cooper

and sitting in from time to

such a

looking at the scene, for he really didn’t want to spare a

the Mitchells had sunk to such a level 20 years after he left. Such a way of doing things was no different from that of the upstarts

arms, Sandra stood downstairs while wailing as the reporters pointed their cameras at her. Her face was streaming with tears as she cried pitifully while saying, “We don’t want to stir up trouble; I just want to get my younger brother’s remains back! Today is the seventh day after his death, yet I can’t even find his remains! Oh, God! How could you treat my brother like this? My

Mitchell, the former Universal Games champion, publicly demanded to redress the wrong done to

remains went

be some secrets behind Derek’s

she wanted to see when they would

handed over his remains, it could then be determined that she had murdered him; if she couldn’t

killed him had died, and the oil tanker that rammed into their car had exploded on the spot, killing the oil tanker’s driver.

target of their attack; they forcibly dragged him into the case by seeing him as an

such a ruckus from early in the morning until noon! It’s such a cold day, and it’s snowing. Aren’t

noon, and the reporters had left for lunch, but the Mitchells still refused to leave. They kneeled on the floor and warmed their hands with their breaths while

okay. Just let them make trouble while we have lunch first. I shall treat everyone to

to eat their fill to have the strength to

embarrassing. Sophia, however, was seething with rage; for Derek’s sake, she must go downstairs and raise merry

building from the parking lot at noon to deliver sautéed lobster and nourishing mutton soup

The instant she

at him

and got up to have

failed to meet his expectations. He reproved with a commanding look, “Just look at you! You never change your clothes, wash your pants, shave your beard, comb your hair, or even smarten yourself up! All you do every day is eat and sleep, and you never tidy your