My Dreamy Old Husband

After finishing her lunch and resting downstairs for a while, Sandra came out and bawled tearlessly again while holding Derek’s black-and-white photo with both hands. “Oh, my poor brother! If you’re in heaven, please open your eyes and look at me! Who killed you? Say something!”

She had decided to stay here for the whole day. Sophia and Cooper could run away, but their company couldn’t disappear overnight, so they would eventually have to come out and give her an explanation! She didn’t believe that they could keep hiding like this.

As expected, after she uttered a few cries, she saw a group of people marching down the building. They were led by none other than Sophia, who yelled, “Don’t you know who killed your younger brother better than anyone else, Sandra Mitchell?”

Sophia’s cold voice sounded so dignified that it drowned out the noise at the scene. Striding up toward Sandra with a steely expression, she asked several questions in a row, as if not giving Sandra any chance to interrupt. “I’d like to ask where Derek’s father and sister were when he lived all by himself as a child. Where were his father and sister when he dropped out of school and nearly went astray by being initiated into a gang? I’d also like to ask where his father and sister were when he lived on the streets alone after his relatives took the opportunity of his family tragedy to seize his family’s property!”

“Let me answer these questions for you!” Sophia continued sarcastically. “You both were living in glory back when he was forced to live on the streets. One of you covered yourself in glory as a world champion, whereas the other enjoyed a high position and great wealth as the Mitchell Group’s president. You two never cared about his fate. You both don’t deserve to be his family!”

However, Sandra didn’t take Sophia’s words to heart at all. Seeing that Sophia had arrived, she threw Derek’s photo aside and stepped forward to grab Sophia, yelling, “Give me my brother back! It was you who killed my brother!”

Then, overestimating herself, she even rushed at Sophia and exchanged blows with her!

Something is wrong! thought Sophia to herself. She had beaten Sandra up so many times before, during which the latter never gained the upper hand. Sandra must know that she was no match for her when it came to exchanging blows.

Something is amiss!

This time was different from usual. Since people were coming and going downstairs at the company, Sophia couldn’t exchange blows with Sandra like delinquent teenagers, so she immediately backed away when she saw Sandra lunging at her.

As she had expected, she smelled a familiar smell as soon as she got close to Sandra. She had often smelled this on Michael; it was the smell of fake blood.

If she got too close to Sandra, the blood packet would burst, and the next day’s headlines would read, ‘Ex-World Champion Had Her Face Covered In Blood After Being Beaten up in Public for Demanding Justice for Her Deceased Brother’.

feign injury!” Sophia shouted. Those who belonged to the Mitchells’ branch family immediately dispersed, and Sophia herself ran

consistent with the image of

her eyes were flickering despite her unkempt hair. She was determined to make Sophia unable to

up with Sophia, who ran faster than anyone else. Hence, she changed her target and lunged

the traitor! I’ll choose

ran away when

for her back in the Mitchell Family. Unexpectedly, he rode Michael’s coattails and became a person who seemed to be of some worth. He made his debut

away very quickly, preventing her from jumping

a fool of herself by lunging at people

though. As long as she managed to jump on any of these people, she would immediately bring Sophia and Cooper down, so it no longer mattered even if she would

she managed to jump on someone as she wished. Pressing herself against the person, she then broke the fake

while falling into the person’s arms to rub the fake

wished for, she covered her belly with her hand and staggered a few steps

of blood on

“Oh, my God!”

“She’s bleeding!”

you, Sandra? Oh, darling! Somebody help! Someone’s killed my daughter! Are you alright, darling? Don’t die! You all killed my daughter in public after murdering my son! Do you

killed. Upon the commotion, the group of Mitchells who were dressed in mourning immediately rushed to the scene and hurled abuses at those on Sophia’s

he lifted a corner of the curtain

lost face right now, but they had no

keeping himself out of the affair the whole time, but he had been clamping down on the Mitchells. He didn’t have to deliberately crack down on them at all. He could restrict the Mitchells’ space for development bit by bit simply by expanding his