My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1118

Anne was rendered speechless by Sophia’s questions. Growing defensive, she glowered at Sophia and countered, “I don’t own any shares now in the Ronney Group, but it’s only a matter of time before I do. I am Young Lady Yard, after all. You’re just a nobody!”

Sophia laughed at Anne’s remark. Standing at the foot of the hospital bed, Sophia surveyed Anne’s pale face with cool appraisal. “You dare call yourself Young Lady Yard when you don’t even own a single share in the Ronney Group? You have no right to call yourself that at all!” she spat.

Anne’s face twisted into a grimace. Sophia is just as despicable as her low-life mother!

“Shares?” Anne wanted to retch and she snarled at Sophia in detest, “People like you only care about money and power. You’re just as shameless as your mother! You’re nothing but a despicable low-life! How dare you assume the Yard Family would ever stoop as low as you? I didn’t come back to the Yards just so I could have shares in the company—I came back for honor, which is something you would never be able to understand! You’re nothing compared to us!”

Indeed, there was no denying that she was despicable.

Shares, money and power were all she ever talked about.

And yet, these were all the same things that prompted Anna Yard to eradicate her entire family!

Sophia sat down on the corner of the bed and tried to appear as amiable as possible. “Fine; let’s not talk about money. My dear Miss Osborne, what makes you think my father would ever be interested in you?”

However, Sandra interjected before Anne could answer, “Please take note that she will no longer be called Miss Osborne. She’s already part of the Yard family so she will only be addressed as Anne Yard from now on.”

Hearing that, Sophia thought the Osborne name was better suited for Anne.

Anne ought to look at herself in the mirror before deciding to take on the Yard family name.

After all, it wasn’t as if Anna Yard and her sons had gotten rid of the rest of their family just so they could make room for another person to clamber into their ancestral hall.

The thing was, it seemed as though Anne had truly deluded herself into thinking that she had suitors lining up for her all the way to France, because she began to list her many qualities. “I’m beautiful and young. I come from a family of scholars. I’m gentle as well as intellectual. I play eight different musical instruments and I’m well-versed in everything from law to Sanskrit.” Anne appeared to be pleased with herself as she eyed Sophia with disdain. “Cooper and I will be the perfect couple if we end up together. We were made for each other! What we have is true love and you can never come between us, so why don’t you back off for your own good?”

Sophia could only stare blankly at her.

Is Anne trying to insinuate that Cooper is not good enough for her?

Cooper had only ever met Anne on two occasions—the first being an exhibition where he had spoken to her briefly and the other had been at the Fletchers’. Altogether, they had barely spent more than two or three hours in each other’s company, so how in the world was she convinced that they were in love? How could she even believe that they were meant for each other?

Sophia couldn’t be led astray by Anne’s crazy talk. Composing herself, she tried to reason, “Miss Osborne, please don’t take this the wrong way but my father is just as much of a low-life as I am. All he cares about is money. We’re a bunch of money-crazed people and as vulgar as we are, we would never be good enough to become your in-laws. It would be easier if you let him go.”

Sophia wasn’t wrong. After all, Cooper was vulgar enough to have become an armament magnate.

He had set up a pharmaceuticals laboratory in Africa and during the cholera outbreak that nearly wiped out the continent, he refused to hand over the treatment that could otherwise save the people. The conference room had been filled to the brim with government officials from all the African countries as they demanded for the treatment, but he had denied them all. He used the treatment as leverage, refusing to give up the cure until the countries had signed over the diamond mines to him; he wanted to monopolize the diamond mining industry in the entire continent.

He was nothing but a capitalist, a corrupt businessman who cared only about making a profit. If they were to turn back time and go back to the revolution, a man like Cooper would have been dragged out and flogged on the streets.