My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1221

After drinking a gulp of water, Sophia immediately stormed out of her home with her men.

Since it was the weekend, no one was working in the building; this allowed Alex and his family to stir up trouble downstairs again.

In fact, the show they put on this time was as exaggerated as the last.

People were forced to dress up in mourning clothes as they kneeled on the ground and wailed at the top of their voices. Alex and Sandra—who were crying with grief and despair while holding Albert’s memorial tablet with both hands—sat among the crowd, and the whole street was littered with joss papers.

Both Derek and Albert were his sons, but the son he lost this time was totally different from the son he lost previously.

Derek, the son who ‘died’ last time, was only a human developed from a chromosome he shot out.

In contrast, Albert—the son who ‘died’ this time—was his son! His biological son!

He had tried every way possible to get his son back, but Cooper refused to meet him. He was even willing to give up his family’s fortune in exchange for his son, but Cooper was adamant on not returning his son back to Alex.

It wasn’t until the seven-day search for Albert turned out fruitless did he realize Cooper wanted him to die heirless.

Cooper had trained his illegitimate son to be one of his underlings so that the latter wouldn’t even acknowledge him as his biological father. Now, Cooper even killed his biological son!

He’s such a vicious man!

“Give me back my son, Cooper!”

Alex cried so hard that his voice became hoarse. The heavy snow in severe winter couldn’t impede his determination to demand justice for his son. The young people shivered with cold, and Alex, who was about 60 years old, was no exception.

He finally understood what it was like to feel helpless and hopeless!

His son had died, and his enemy was right in front of him. Even so, he wasn’t powerful enough to fight against his enemy because the latter had connections both in the government and in the underworld. He could only watch helplessly as his only son died with injustice unredressed while the murderer went unpunished. Not only did he have to see his son die earlier than himself, he couldn’t even find his son’s dead body.

As the Mitchell Group’s president, he used to be a powerful big shot in Bayside City. However, he was now reduced to kneeling in the snow and acting like a buffoon to redress the injustice done to his deceased only son!

As Alex looked up at the sky, the ice-cold and pure white snowflakes fell on his face; even his tears froze.

Is this karma?

He had kneeled here last time to ‘demand justice’ for his ‘son’, but he never expected to kneel here once again on this day.

This time, though, he must seek justice for his son even if he had to sacrifice his life for it! Now that his son was gone, it could be said that he would die heirless; he’d rather fight against Cooper at the risk of mutual destruction!

He would never resign himself to fate. Were the authorities going to turn a blind eye to such a serious homicide that happened right in Bayside City?

“My brother! My poor brother!” Sandra wailed at the top of her voice. Holding Albert’s memorial tablet downstairs, she swore tearfully, “Sophia! Cooper! You two will get what you deserve for killing my brother! You two tried to deceive everyone by concealing the truth from those above and below yourselves, but do you think you can cover up your sins forever? You all are a bunch of murderers, and the people have sharp eyes!”

Some passersby gathered around them and quickly took out their cell phones to start a live coverage on ‘The Ex-world Champion Sandra Mitchell’s Daily Show Of Mourning For Her Brother’. However, the weather was too cold, so the passersby didn’t really want to linger around too much. Most of them left, leaving only a few who were hanging on.

Meanwhile, a police car was parked at one side the entire time. The police officers drank hot coffee to warm themselves up while looking at the Mitchells with impatience written all over their faces.

The Mitchells had really become a laughing stock.

They had contacted Derek—Albert’s biological brother—and confirmed that Albert was still alive and undergoing surgery in Africa. They didn’t know what exactly happened, but this was apparently a family matter, so it was inappropriate for the police to step in.