He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 433

"Yes, Mom. I sure don’t want to end up like this man," Henry said. "An idiot who can’t differentiate between right and wrong. A father who killed his son, and a husband who betrayed his wife."

Marlon was angry when he was mocked by his son, whom he took to his house because of pity. He pointed at Henry and yelled, "You son of a bitch! You should be grateful that I took you in! You and your whore mother would live in the street if not because of my kindness!"

"Is it your kindness or Dahlia’s?" Henry sneered. "I knew that you wanted to kick me out because you see me as a sin that you need to bury. It was her kindness that forced you to accept me, Marlon."

"YOU—!!"

"Let him be, son," Dahlia interrupted. Her words were like cold water poured on his head.

"D—Dahlia, please—"

"Let him grovel and blame us all for his unfortunate demise. Once he is on his deathbed, he will realize that he has nobody on his side. His sons leave him, his official wife ignores him, and he will never see his grandchild."

"Meanwhile, I will stay with my son and daughter-in-law. I will visit and play with my grandchildren often. I will see them getting bigger and surrounded by my loved ones on my deathbed," Dahlia said. She made it sound like it was an undeniable fate. "He will see who is wrong after he realizes nobody will visit him when he’s dying."

Marlon was too stunned to speak. He knew that she was right. At this rate, he would probably die alone, Henry wouldn’t visit him, and Sarah wouldn’t care about him once he was old and incapable of assisting her.

Dahlia would not return to him, and the only person that might be waiting for him was Penny.

But he had zero love for Penny. He never loved her in the first place. It was one mistake. Just because he fucked the wrong woman that night, that bitch ended up latching on his thigh for the rest of his life.

"If you have nothing to talk about anymore, then I’ll hang up. I’m not in the mood to talk, not after everything that happened, Henry," Dahlia said.

"Sure thing, Mom," Henry replied. "I will try my best to win her back.

Beep.

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It was Dahlia who hung up first. She was already tired and stressed out because of Henry and Kate, and she had no more time to think of her useless husband who planned to hurt their own grandchild.

Henry shrugged and said, "You heard that right, Marlon. You will end up alone in your last days on earth.

Marlon’s heart was shattered into pieces. He shook his head in denial and tried to act tough instead, "Don’t fuck with me, you bastard! Sarah will find a way to fix this. She is a smart noblewoman who knows what to do!"

"Then you should go and talk to her. I’m sure she can turn the table and force everyone who despises you to come and coddle you before you die," Henry sneered, knowing full well that rat-faced bitch, Sarah, would be stuck with an old man who had no use anymore.

Henry looked down on his father and realized the last trace of pity that he had for this man was long gone when Marlon ambushed pregnant Kate.

She was just a defenseless pregnant lady, yet this bastard sent a bunch of armed men to hurt and possibly rape her.

Henry’s gaze turned cold as he was reminded of all the horrible deeds that Marlon did.

"Marlon Grant, just because you’re old and dying right now doesn’t mean that I will forget all the heinous things you did. I will not forgive you," Henry said. "But killing you with my own hand will be a chore and boring. After all, it’s much more interesting to see you suffer for the rest of your twilight days."

Marlon saw that his son turned around and walked away from him. There was a sense of urgency in his heart, telling him to stop Henry from forever leaving, or else he would be cursed with loneliness for the rest of his twilight days.

So he opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Henry suddenly halted his step and said, "Don’t beg, Marlon. You don’t pity my woman when you ambush her, so I will not pity you as well."

That last sentence sealed his fate.

Marlon was heartbroken now, knowing that everything that he had done was for his family, and yet none of his family stayed for him. Everyone left him when he was old and no longer useful.

Marlon had a lot of bitterness in his heart. He couldn’t help but curse at everyone, even Dahlia, for betraying him, "TRAITORS! YOU ARE ALL TRAITORS! I’VE DONE SO MUCH FOR YOU!"

Henry ignored the old man’s tantrum. There was no point in feeding his delusion anyway.

So he opened the door and left.

Michael was leaning on the wall next to the door and asked, "Are you sure this is the ending you want?"

"No," Henry replied after he closed the door, ignoring Marlon, who kept yelling nonsensical things like a madman. "I prefer to have a complete family, with James still alive right now. But once that old bastard set up the flame, there is no turning back."

Michael nodded and crossed his arms as he also had a dilemma in his heart, "Call me horrible, but I’m happy that he will die alone with bitterness in his heart. He betrayed my family just for the sake of more profit. He destroyed decades of great relationship between two families for fleeting things that he couldn’t bring to his grave." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Hahah, if you call yourself horrible, then that that makes me a monster. He sent his men to ambush Kate. I will not forgive him, not in a million years," Henry said. "I’m just glad that he will have a slow and excruciating death by loneliness."