He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 434

Henry was in a much better mood after talking with Marlon. He came with a desire to kill, but he got something much more cathartic than seeing Marlon’s skull getting crushed.

To die alone without your loved ones waiting for you, to be abandoned by everyone in your family, and to never see your grandchildren.

It was such a slow torture that only the most horrible people deserved.

Besides, he also knew that Sarah was the one behind everything.

Marlon was a bad father, but he was not villainous until Sarah came into their family after being introduced once, and after that, things went out of control in the Grant family.

Henry and Michael paced through the corridor, intending to leave and find Sarah. Henry wanted to end this by uprooting the main problem.

As they walked through the corridor, one door was suddenly slammed open, and they saw a woman who looked like she had been trapped inside a mental hospital for hundreds of years. fгeewebnovёl.com

Penny looked haggard and bewildered. She looked around in panic as if searching for someone, and once she locked in on Henry, she rushed to hug him.

"SON! HENRY!" Penny yelled as she opened her arms and ran towards him.

It took a moment for Henry to register this woman who was hugging him because Penny didn’t look like her usual self.

Henry looked down and saw his biological mother looked rugged. Her blonde hair looked unkempt and dirty as if it hadn’t been washed for weeks.

She wore an old shirt and jogger pants that smelled vile to the point Henry had to push her away.

Penny was shocked when she realized what he had just done, "W—What are you doing, Henry? Why would you push your mother away?!"

"Because you smelled rancid, like a rotten egg mixed with cow dung," Henry said while stepping back. He observed his mother from head to toe, and his frown grew deeper, "What happened to you? Why do you look like a disgusting hobo?"

Henry knew well that his biological mother always tried her best to look great, even when she wasn’t doing anything for the whole day.

Penny always tried to compete with Dahlia to get Marlon’s attention, even though Dahlia never paid her any mind.

So it was a shock seeing her like this.

"It’s these maids and butlers in this mansion! All of them ignored me!" Penny reported, hoping that Henry would pity his mother. "After your father fell ill, they refused to take care of my stuff! They treat me like a ghost here! I don’t want to wash my laundry or cook my own food! I’m the Mistress of the house!"

Henry had a smile after listening to her complaint. He was actually happy hearing that his biological mother was suffering.

He knew that he was a horrible son for doing so, but Penny was also a horrible mother.

She never cared for Henry’s existence and kept shoving the five-year-old boy to Dahlia while she tried to fawn over Marlon, who was still handsome and strong back then.

It was so bad to the point that Henry began to lose any kind of affection from his birth mother. Penny treated him like air and never had a good face whenever she had to take care of Henry.

So when Dahlia realized that Henry was starving to be loved, she accepted the boy and taught James to love him as well, so they became brothers with a close bond.

Henry never looked back after that. As long as he was with Dahlia and James, everything would be fine.

He didn’t care if Marlon and Penny abandoned him because he never saw them as his parents after all.

"So the butlers and maids here treated you like air, huh?"

"Yes! They don’t accept me as the new Mistress of the house!"

"But you are never the Mistress of the house, Penny," Henry said with a malicious grin. "It has always been Dahlia, and that status will never change. I’m glad, though. She is a better mother than you could ever be."

"How could you—I’m your real mother, Henry!" Penny yelled. "Please help me, Son. You will be the Master of the house after your father dies. Tell those ungrateful servants to stay on their line and serve me!"

"Why should I?"

"Because I’m your mother! I told you many times already!"

"No, you’re just a street skank whose baby trapped a man and used her son as a ticket to get a better life," Henry said. "And what did you do after you won the lottery? You ditched him, pushed him to Dahlia, and ignored him for two decades until you need his help now."

"That’s not true. I care for you as well!" Penny claimed. "You are my only son, the one that helps me through my hard times—"

"—By using him as a golden ticket?" Henry sneered. "Let me ask you, ’Mom,’ do you know anything about me growing up? Do you know that Dahlia took care of me when I was sick? She came to the school for every parent-teacher meeting and kid’s performance. She also listened to my problems as a teenager. You didn’t do any of that because you’re busy spreading your legs for a man who never loved you."

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Penny fell into silence after that. Because what Henry said was the truth.

She never cared for her son because Henry was just a means for her to enter high society and have a prosperous life like Mrs. Penny Grant, which never happened.

After Henry had done his job as her ticket, she just ditched him and hoped she could get another baby with Marlon to cement her position.

Penny began to tear up, not because she regretted her action, but because she was trying to squeeze that last drop of pity in his son’s heart, "It’s Dahlia! Dahlia threatened to kill me if I didn’t ignore you back then! That woman is the source of our suffering!"

The veins on Henry’s neck popped. He grabbed Penny’s arm and dragged her.

"H—Henry, where are we going!?"

"To Marlon’s room," Henry replied. "I want you to repeat what you said just now in front of him."