He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 468

The doctor was taken aback by Marlon’s answer. He knew that Marlon was already old and close to his death, so he wished nothing but to be reunited with his wife and sons.

The doctor could only prescribe vitamins and antidepressants since Marlon was too old and weak to take any strong medication.

"I just want to remind you that your problem is not a physical problem, Master Grant. You may be old, but that’s not the biggest factor that deteriorates your health at such terrifying speed," the doctor took a deep breath as he was about to drop the truth. "It’s your constant longing."

The doctor excused himself and left Marlon alone, thinking about what the doctor had just said.

Never in his life had he ever expected himself to have these kinds of feelings.

Longing? Heartbreak?

The ever-powerful Marlon Grant would never long for anyone’s company, not even his wife.

He also never experienced heartbreak because he had a loving wife who would never leave him, or so he thought.

He was still powerful now with his accumulated wealth and influence. He had a lot of maids and butlers who helped him in his old days as well, but he would trade everything so that he could be with his family for a day.

"Everything was perfect before. How did it go wrong?" Marlon asked himself. Though he knew what caused it, he didn’t want to admit it, knowing that he was the one who pulled the trigger that shattered his family.

Marlon closed his eyes, slowly drowning in his fantasy that he would eventually reunite with the family he had neglected for so long.

**

Marlon woke up in the middle of the night after he heard the door open from the outside. The caretaker would usually check up on him in case he needed something.

As he opened his eyes, he saw the usual caretaker walking in, followed by two people he missed so much, Henry and Dahlia.

Marlon’s eyes widened. He tried his best to get up and sit on the bed because two family members finally visited him.

He had a big smile on his face as he thought things would get better for him.

The caretaker smiled at Marlon and said, "Master Grant, Madam, and Young Master, come to visit you today."

Marlon nodded, "You can leave me. I want to have a private time with my wife and son."

The caretaker excused herself and left. She closed the door for the small family to reunite. Though, she already had a glimpse of what would happen next.

Marlon had a smile on his face as he stared at Dahlia and Henry. He ignored their blatant hostility, thinking they could talk things through and forgive each other.

"I’m so glad you two came here," Marlon smiled. "I was desperate to contact both of you, but now that we are together, we can start anew, right, Dahlia, Henry?"

...

Henry and Dahlia said nothing. They glanced at each other, and Dahlia tilted her head slightly, signaling her son to speak first.

Henry stared at his father, who smiled dumbly and said, "We’re here to seal the deal, Marlon."

"Seal the deal?" Marlon frowned. "What do you mean?"

Henry flipped the switch, and the room was brightly lit. Marlon squinted for a moment before he opened his eyes slowly.

He finally saw Henry and Dahlia’s grim expression; there was no trace of kindness in them.

Henry tossed a document he carried on Marlon’s lap and said coldly, "Read it."

Marlon’s frowns grew deeper. He grabbed his reading glasses and started reading the content of the document.

His expression turned from frown to shock in less than a minute, "A transfer of all assets?!"

"You haven’t changed the inheritor of your assets from Dahlia to me. This document is to stop further headaches since you’re going to die soon," Henry said.

Marlon looked up to his son with disbelief, "I’m not dead yet, you ungrateful son of a whore! You can’t force me to sign this!"

"We don’t actually need your signature. Since everything would fall into the hands of my mother after you died anyway, but I want to make it quick as those pesky directors and investors you have would pester her after you died," Henry said. "This is to cut her some slack. I don’t want Dahlia to be bothered by business in her twilight days."

Dahlia crossed her arms and kept her lips shut while looking down at her ex-husband. She looked unfeeling but silently clenched her arms as she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"No, I refuse to sign this. I’m not dead yet! I will live a thousand years, so you will know how ungrateful you are!" Marlon insisted. "Your father misses you a lot, and now that you’re here, you’re telling me to change my will and expect me to die soon! You should be ashamed!"

"Why should I be ashamed?" Henry asked back. "The doctor said that your health is deteriorating because of heartbreak and longing, and whose fault was that? Who gives you a heartbreak and longing, father?"

...

Marlon couldn’t answer that because he refused to admit his mistake. He was ashamed because his pride and greed took control of his body until he did the unthinkable.

Henry scoffed, "We didn’t even do anything, and you’re dying because of your mistake. If only you hadn’t killed James, things wouldn’t have turned out this way."

"I killed him because I want to protect this family! Do you know what he will do? He will marry that filthy woman and introduce her to our big family! She will be the bane for all of us!" Marlon kept insisting as he didn’t want to admit his mistake. "James will shame the family if he introduces that woman to our colleagues and family members! You should be grateful that I protected your reputation!"

"And you did so by killing our son?" Dahlia finally opened her mouth. "I never knew you had such violent thoughts, Marlon. Had I known that you’d kill our son, I wouldn’t have married you back then."