My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia, who had already left the scene, watched a live coverage of what was happening. “What an idiot,” she said.

She even has the audacity to buy drugs from the Phantom Wolf. However, these drugs are really amazing! It is no wonder some countries and government officials have registered alternate accounts to purchase the drugs in batches.

In the end, the inexhaustibly strong Sandra was finally sent back to her room and locked up; it was thanks to the collective effort of the police, the Mitchells, and several concerned citizens.

With that, the farce was finally quelled.

Around nightfall, the door to Sandra’s room opened all of a sudden. Someone came in and said, “Boss wants to see you.”

Sandra was bursting with rage to the point where her hands were trembling slightly; even her skin was numb as she was still in an extremely excited state.

She walked into Alex’s study with bloodshot eyes.

Alex had never left the room on this day. He had witnessed everything that happened with his own eyes, but he didn’t show himself.

The door was closed, leaving only the two of them in the study.

Alex sat on the chair while looking peacefully at the sky outside the window. The room was a bit dark since the lights weren’t switched on, but the ancient-styled round window was open, allowing a little light to shine in. Alex’s lonely figure and the patch of white light on the round window seemed to blend well together.

After a moment of silence, Alex suddenly turned to look at Sandra. The sight of her presently disheveled appearance filled him with disappointment and disgust.

A glass bottle was tossed onto the desk as Alex looked at Sandra expressionlessly. “Tell me what this is.”

Sandra lowered her gaze and looked at the item, which was the exact bottle containing the poison she had fed to Albert. Since she had fed him an entire bottle of it, not even an immortal could save him.

away after emptying it out, but she didn’t

truth. What can he do about it? Albert

steps forward, she picked up the empty bottle and looked at it for a moment; the bottle was indeed

of being afraid, she retorted with a maniacal

blood surging up his throat, but he forcibly

fed such a malicious poison; it was

humble birth—an illegitimate daughter whose life wasn’t even as valuable as a strand of his son’s

of the guidance that I’ve given you? You’ll be punished by God for poisoning your own younger

Punished by God?

At the same time, she stretched out her hand with lightning speed, taking Alex by the throat. They

the hand that made him unable to breathe. He tried desperately

scratch Sandra’s hand in

him. Staring at the way Alex was struggling right now, she felt so perversely smug deep

then other than sperm? Do you know what kind of life I lived as a child? Do you know how hard my life was back when everyone said that I was an illegitimate daughter raised by a mistress? Do you know how many disdainful looks and gossip I have been subjected to? As a father, where were

showed in Sandra’s eyes

everything for their

am Alex’s daughter, but what

eyes as she thought of this. The more grieved she was in her childhood, the more resentful

breath, but Sandra immediately seized him by the throat, choking him so hard that his face looked as reddish brown as pork liver. He struggled with

I’m useless? Don’t think that I’m

the only expression remaining on her face was

all your wealth without doing anything? The Mitchell Family is mine, and I am the Mitchell Family’s

up and roared with laughter before bursting