He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 435

"M—Marlon?!" Penny got scared when her son mentioned that name because she had been abused by that old man each time she tried to open her mouth.

It was so bad that she decided to act like a robot. She knew there was no point in flattering him anyway since Marlon would probably die soon.

"Yes, you’re going to meet him and tell him what you said just now. I want to see the anguish on his face," Henry said.

He kicked Marlon’s door open and saw the old man was still sitting on the bed with terror lingering on his face. He seemed distracted because it took him a moment to lift his head.

He was in for another surprise when Henry stormed in while dragging Penny, who looked unkempt and gross. She was so filthy that Marlon thought Henry was bringing a hobo from outside.

Henry smirked when he saw Marlon’s reaction, "What’s with your reaction, Marlon? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. This is your Mistress, remember?"

"Why did you bring her in?" Marlon asked while frowning. "I don’t want anything to do with her. She should’ve been grateful that I let her stay in this place, at least."

Henry’s grin turned malicious as he knew he’d have a fun thing to do now.

He might not be able to hurt these two because killing Marlon and Penny would be more trouble than they were worth.

But it’d be great if they fought to death themselves.

So he looked at his biological mother and said, "Go on, tell him what you think about Dahlia."

"B—But—" Penny hesitated. Of course, she knew what would happen after she told Marlon what she thought about Dahlia.

After all, this old bastard never moved on from Dahlia. No matter how much Dahlia had ignored him, she even went as far as attacking him.

Even after all of their dangerous fights and schemes, Marlon was still deeply in love with Dahlia and would continue to be so for the rest of his life.

"I—I don’t think that’s a good idea..." Penny said. She tried to pull her arm away, but Henry’s grasp was so strong that she was stuck.

"Why are you scared? Don’t you see him? He is just a brittle old man now. He can’t do anything," Henry said.

"But he is still the Master of this house. I don’t want to get kicked out..." Penny said honestly. "Please don’t put me on the spot like this, Son. This is about my life and death..."

"Then how about this? Tell him what you think about Dahlia, and in exchange, I will send you to one of my apartments. It will have a housekeeper who will do your laundry and a chef you can call to cook your food daily. I will also give you my credit card. I’ll supply you with fifteen thousand dollars a month," Henry offered. "I promise."

"R—Really?!" Penny began salivating, thinking about all the good things she would get from her son.

Even though she had been with Marlon for two decades, Marlon didn’t give her a lot of money to shop. She was only given five thousand dollars in pocket money, and it was Dahlia who coaxed Marlon to give her allowance.

Fifteen thousand dollars might not be much for her, but it was much better knowing that her son would become the Master of Grant estate soon, and that meant she would become the Mistress of the house until he married someone.

’I think if he marries Sarah, I will be given a hundred thousand dollars a month for allowance, right? That would be great!’ Penny thought. ’I can finally live my life freely without having to endure the abuse of this old bastard!’

Penny stared at Marlon, who was still bewildered by the whole situation. The more she stared at him, the more annoyed she became.

She had lost all of her attraction towards this man after he got white hair and had to use a cane because he got weaker.

He was abusive, and never once did he ever appreciate any of her acts of service. He was always circling around Dahlia.

He would think about Dahlia the moment he woke up and thought of her before he slept.

Sometimes, she could also hear him murmuring Dahlia’s name when he was taking an afternoon nap.

It was always about Dahlia, even though she was already old and sagging, while Penny was still fairly young and gorgeous.

Penny began to accumulate all of her grudges for the past two decades. She had been holding it off and enduring all of her heartache because she didn’t want to get kicked out of the house.

This was her only way to live, and she knew she had nobody else to rely on.

Now she had her son, Henry, who would give her all the good life she had been missing out on for so long.

Penny clenched her fists as she gathered her courage and grudges, "Listen to me, you old bastard!"

"You—!" Marlon was shocked when the usually docile Penny suddenly shouted at him.

"I’ve been enduring your bullshit for twenty-fucking-years. I thought you would eventually forget about that woman who doesn’t love you anymore."

"But you keep mulling over and over about her," Penny began to pour out all of her emotion. After all, this would be the last time she faced this bastard. "I don’t give a damn about you anymore, Marlon Grant. I don’t give a shit even if you die because I’ve never loved you in the first place. All I want is your money, and now that you’re dying, you don’t have any use for me anymore."

Penny hugged her son’s arm and continued, "Thanks to you, I have my son who will take care of me after you die. I don’t need to put up with your abuse, and I don’t need to act desperate to you anymore. Isn’t that right, Son?"