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.

at the sight of the scene.

Cooper fall from power, so he had to continue what he

were wailing for the dead downstairs and sitting in from time to

witness such a spectacle

stopped looking at the scene, for he really

doing things was no different from that of the upstarts

her 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

Mitchell, the former Universal Games champion, publicly demanded to redress the wrong done to her younger brother, creating

but his remains went missing. What an utter

be some secrets behind

for she

away. If Sophia handed over his remains, it could then be determined that she had murdered him; if she couldn’t hand over his remains, it would be proven that something was wrong with

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 there were no witnesses to testify,

of their attack; they forcibly dragged him into the case by

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

Mitchells still refused to leave. They kneeled on the floor and warmed their hands with their breaths while shivering, whereas Sandra and Alex

while we

to eat their fill to

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

sneaked into the building from the parking lot at noon to deliver sautéed lobster and

as well, was carrying a few boxes carefully. The instant she entered

at him like a kid, urging, “Get

rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up to

was exasperated, for the former 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