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.

the sight of the

Alex’s eyes. To him, this was the golden opportunity to make Cooper fall from power, so he had

and sitting in from time to time, the hotel’s

such a spectacle in

for he really didn’t

Such a way of doing things was no different

don’t want to stir up trouble; I just want to get my younger brother’s remains back! Today is the seventh

publicly demanded to redress the wrong done to her younger brother, creating

went missing. What an

be some secrets

was also watching them in the building, for she wanted

be determined that she had murdered him; if she couldn’t hand over his remains, it would be proven that

gone missing, and the people involved were dead. The three murderers who killed him had died, and the oil tanker that rammed into their car had exploded on the spot, killing the oil tanker’s driver. Since

forcibly dragged him into the case by seeing him as

until noon! It’s such a cold day, and it’s snowing. Aren’t they bothered by the cold?

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 shivering,

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

fill to have

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

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

she entered the company, she searched everywhere for Quinton. “Where’s my

sleeping in a corner—she pulled at him like a kid, urging,

eyes and got

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