He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 436

[Warning: Violence.]

Henry nodded, "You’re right, Ma. Tell her everything in your mind. Let him know how much you despise that woman."

Penny felt the rush all over her body when she was encouraged by Henry. This was her time to finally get the life she deserved.

"Marlon Grant, I fucking hate that bitch you called wife. Dahlia is a witch who ruined my life. She acts so kind even though she’s actually evil."

"Really? How come?" Henry kept instigating as Penny was out of control, which was what he wanted.

"How come? Heh..." Penny sneered. "Isn’t it obvious? How could this old man still love Dahlia when she’s already sagging? How come none of the servants working in this estate want to talk to me? How come you, as my son, hate me, your mother?"

"Because Dahlia must’ve set everyone up! She acted so kind, like Mother Theresa, and manipulated all of you to be on her side! I know it! No woman should be so kind when her husband brought a woman with an illegitimate child!" Penny insisted, which confirmed everything that Henry was thinking.

No, Dahlia wasn’t a manipulative woman. He could differentiate real kindness from fake one. He could feel the kindness and sincerity from both Dahlia and Kate while he felt nothing but disdain from Sarah.

But Penny’s accusation confirmed this whore was just accusing without basis. She always had that cruel outlook towards other women that mostly stemmed from envy, especially when the other woman was loved by many.

Penny had never felt so alive before. She was heaving as she saw Marlon’s expression change from bewilderment to anger.

He grabbed his cane and ready to hit Penny with it, "COME HERE, YOU BITCH! I WILL FUCKING BEAT YOU UP TO PULP!"

Penny flinched when she saw the cane. She had been beaten by Marlon so many times that she had developed a fear of it.

She took a step back and hid behind Henry’s back, "L—Let’s go, Henry. I don’t want to get beaten by that cane."

Henry had a meaningful smile, "Are you scared, Mom?"

"O—Of course! I think he’ll kill me if I don’t run away, and I don’t want to die!" Penny begged. "Let’s go, Son. You don’t want your mother to die, right?"

"So you’re scared to die, but you’re not scared to kill someone?" Henry asked.

"W—What do you mean? Why would I kill someone?"

"Don’t act dumb, Penny. I know that you drugged James during that dinner. That’s why he lost control of his car after the dinner party."

"T—That was a year ago, and it’s not my plan! It’s Marlon’s plan! He told me to help him, so—"

"So you helped him, right? If only James didn’t get drugged, even if Marlon tampered with his car, he should be able to survive somehow," Henry always had this ’what if’ scenario in his head about James’ death.

To him, James was truly the big brother that should’ve survived. He was a great man. He had much more value than Henry, who was a waste before getting roped into this mess.

His voice became shaky as he kept thinking about James, "I know that you want James dead because that means I will inherit everything, right? I was your reason to kill James."

"Penny, I wish I was never born so I won’t be used as a weapon to hurt my brother," Henry said.

His gaze darkened when he knew he was about to do something horrible. He grabbed Penny by her arm and yanked her to stand right in front of him, directly facing angry Marlon.

"H—Henry, what are you going to do?! You’re not going to kill your mother, right? I will die if you leave me alone with him!"

"That’s what I want you to feel," Henry said coldly. "I want you to die under the person you trust the most for twenty years. So you will know what my brother felt when you killed him."

"But you promised to take me out of this place!"

"I lied, of course," Henry said lightly. "Why would you believe me in the first place? Because I’m your son?"

"But you are!"

Come on now, I have never been your son since the day I was born," Henry said. "To you, I was just a ticket for a better life, and once I’ve been used, you toss me out."

"So I’m going to toss you out as well, Mom," Henry said. He pushed Penny towards Marlon, and the old man quickly swung his cane and hit her shoulder.

"AH!"

Henry chuckled when he saw the pain on her face, "This might be your end. I hope you don’t mind getting beaten to death, Penny."

"No! Don’t do this to me, Henry! SON!" Penny tried to get up and reach Henry, but Marlon hit her again with the cane.

"DON’T YOU FUCKING RUN, YOU BITCH! YOU’VE INSULTED MY WIFE! DAHLIA IS MILES BETTER THAN YOU, YOU ARE JUST A WHORE THAT DRUGGED ME FOR A NIGHT!" Marlon was like a crazy old man who was blinded with rage. It made Henry wonder if Marlon truly loved Dahlia because sometimes his actions didn’t match his words.

He said he loved Dahlia, but he killed their son.

He said he wanted to spend his old days with Dahlia, but he was about to assassinate her once.

Unfortunately, Henry would never understand Marlon because he never had that kind of idea in mind. He didn’t even dare to get too rough when having sex with Kate because he was scared it might hurt Kate and their baby.

He was also constantly in a state of emptiness because he was separated with Kate.

’But I will never get the answer because Marlon and I are not the same...’ Henry thought. He turned around and left the room, ignoring Penny’s desperate plea.

As he walked out, he saw four butlers and maids standing outside, curious about what was happening inside.

Henry closed the door and said, "Don’t open it until that bitch stops screaming. This is my first order as the future Master of the Grant Estate," Henry ordered. "Surely, all of you want to get rid of her, right?"