Old Master Fletcher smacked his thigh in anger. “Argh, how many times do I have to repeat myself? I am Mark Fletcher. Mason Fletcher is my older brother and he has been dead for decades!”
Sophia headed in that direction as she looked at Old Mater Fletcher playing chess with the silly old man. Old Master Fletcher had barely moved a chess piece for most of the day as he was busy boasting.
Stanley was bringing his dog for a walk while using his phone whereas Sean was standing among a group of old men while waving at her.
“Sophia, you’re here!”
Sean answered helplessly, “That is the oldest person from my grandfather’s generation. He was deeply affected after the death of his only son. From then on, he has Alzheimer’s disease and treats everyone he meets as his son.”
He does seem like he has Alzheimer’s disease.
He explained, “He has been treating me as his son the whole day, but you shouldn’t correct him, though.”
Sophia glanced at the new old man while feeling helpless.
The most saddening thing on Earth is definitely when a parent experiences the death of their children.
While those two chatted, Mark and Old Master Mitchell had already played a few rounds with each other.
“Whoa, Mason, why are your chess skills so lousy? You are worse than my son!”
“Argh, I am Mark Fletcher! Mason is my brother and he’s dead!”
“Hey, Mark, my son’s calligraphy is great. When he arrives later, I’ll ask him to show you.”
“Your son is dead too!”
“Nonsense! Look, isn’t my son here now?”
Old Master Mitchell remarked while waving at Sean and stated lovingly, “Son, quickly come over here and show your calligraphy to Uncle Commander.”
Sean had no choice but to walk over to them with a helpless expression.
However, Old Master Mitchell seemed not to notice and still waved his hand. “Son, why aren’t you moving? Quickly come over!”
Sean answered, “Dad, I’m here.”
Old Master Mitchell glanced at him unhappily. “You are not my son. You are my younger brother’s grandson, Sean. My son is over there. I can see him!”
He was pointing in the direction where Sophia and Stanley stood and beckoned at them. “Son, come here quickly!”
She glanced at Stanley while nudging him. “Son, he’s calling you.”
He looked disgruntled, but since he was the old man in Sean’s family, he had no choice but to play along as Old Master Mitchell’s son. “Dad, I’m coming!”
Old Master Mitchell was even more upset. “Stanley Fletcher, I’m calling for my son. Why are you coming over?”
Stanley was dumbfounded when he heard that.
Old Master Mitchell continued to point at Sophia while smiling happily at her and beckoned her forward. “Son, come over!”
Huh? She glanced at her dress to make sure that she was in a normal attire today. Why would Old Master Mitchell think that I am his son? Did his son enjoy cross-dressing?
He seemed to have noticed something since he was also waving his hand at Sophia. “Cooper, why aren’t you coming over?”
Sophia looked at Old Master Fletcher before glancing at Sean. In the end, she gazed at Old Master Mitchell, who was staring at her in anticipation, and walked to him with a look of surprise.
Upon arriving in front of him, he regarded her with a tender look. His cloudy eyes seemed not to have noticed that his ‘son’ was indeed a girl.
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