My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1188

Looking aloof and indifferent, the young man pressed his lips together without saying a word. He took a few steps forward and made his way to the midst of the crowd of the Mitchells’ elders, who then surrounded and scolded him. Alex even demanded his life, thinking that he was the murderer who had killed his son, Derek.

The passersby also looked at the young man.

Wait a minute. Isn’t the man none other than…

Suspecting that they had made a mistake, the onlooking crowd took out their cell phones and searched for the news photos to compare the person in the photos with the man before them.

The young man wearing a white winter coat didn’t speak, as if he could say nothing in his defense. He simply looked at Alex, who cried so hard that he almost collapsed.

Alex was almost 70 years old, and he was greying at the temples. Yet, he lost his son in his old age, which was indeed a tragedy in his life. He cried so sorrowfully that his hair seemed to have grayed a little. He beat the young man, looking as if he was hanging from the latter’s body.

“Give my son and daughter back to me, you bunch of murderers!” He even raised his hand and slapped the young man in a fit of grief.

The young man looked coldly at Alex and the Mitchells just like that, without saying a word from beginning to end. His face still had the fake blood Sandra had rubbed on him, making him look very wretched.

The Mitchells’ elders seemed to have their eyes on the young man. They dragged him to the front of Derek’s memorial tablet, demanding him to kneel down before Derek’s grave. The young man didn’t resist despite being pushed around and yelled at. He walked up to Derek’s memorial tablet before being forced to kneel down.

They seemed to believe that the young man was the murderer who had killed Derek, so they were incredibly excited. They felt as if they had gotten something on Cooper and could bring him down very soon.

“Come out, Cooper! Now that your men killed someone in public, what else can you say?!”

“Cooper, you disrespected your elders and betrayed the Mitchells back then; now, you even ordered one of your men to kill someone in public. Come out and give us an explanation!”

“Come out! Don’t think that you can hide for the rest of your life!”

The Mitchells held down the young man as he kneeled on the floor. Even so, the young man still straightened his back and looked straight at Derek’s memorial tablet as well as the black-and-white photo on it.

The Mitchells were so excited that they didn’t notice something was wrong, nor did they notice that the onlooking crowd’s mood had changed.

Sandra was still lying on the floor and playing dead as fake blood was splattered all over the floor. Alex cried so hard that he wore himself out and was supported by those next to him. The younger generation of the Mitchells wore deep mourning and kneeled on the floor while the Mitchells’ aged elders shouted abuses downstairs.

Everyone seemed very excited as they stared at Sophia and the top of the building, where Cooper was at. “Cooper, if you still don’t come down, we’ll go up and catch you to make you pay for Derek’s death with your life.”

No one cared about the young man in the white winter coat, who was kneeling on the floor. Their target was Cooper, not him.

He couldn’t help laughing as he rubbed the fake blood covering his hands on his white winter coat.

The onlooking crowd held their cell phones while taking videos of the scene. Still kneeling on the floor, the younger Mitchells who dressed in deep mourning looked up occasionally to see the young man’s face and the black-and-white photo on Derek’s memorial tablet. After comparing the two faces, they were immediately flabbergasted.

The young man in the white winter coat is Derek!

Derek didn’t die at all!

At this moment, Derek couldn’t help laughing as he kneeled on his knees with his back straightened. The onlooking outsiders and some of the Mitchells had apparently discovered his identity. However, the Mitchells were very immersed in the atmosphere, and Alex and Sandra had just been brought into their characters, so it wasn’t convenient for them to disturb these people.

Some Mitchells, who still wanted to save face, had quietly torn off their family emblem and sneaked away.

The onlooking crowd stood idly by and continued watching the spectacle. None of them reminded the Mitchells since what was happening in front of them wasn’t of their personal interest.