He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 472

"Why not?"

"Because if I give my blessing, I basically admit that woman has won," Marlon said bitterly.

"So, even after all of this, you still think that what you did is not wrong?!"

"... what I did is cruel and might be unnecessary, but it’s not wrong. I don’t want either James or Henry to make the same mistake as I did with Penny," Marlon insisted.

And with that, Dahlia felt her heart was shattered for the fourth time.

This man broke her heart when he impregnated another woman. He broke her heart again when he killed James, then broke her heart for the third time when he put her inside that mental hospital and staged an assassination for her.

She kept wondering if there was a way she could forgive him for what he had done. But each time she gave Marlon a chance, he would only miss the chance and hurt her.

Marlon knew forgiveness was not an option, so he said, "Dahlia, even if you can’t forgive me, please fulfill your promise. Please accompany me until I fall asleep. This is my one and only wish."

Dahlia’s body trembled even more. She was ready to slap the fuck out of this old bastard and leave.

Yet, her conscience told her to fulfill his last wish.

So she slowly sat back and held his hand just like what he wanted.

Marlon smiled, "I know you hate me, but if I can’t get your forgiveness, then this is the least you could do for me, Dahlia."

Dahlia said nothing.

She was just too fed up with Marlon.

Even when he was already at the death door, he was still arrogant, cruel, and unfeeling. His regrets were merely because he realized he would die alone without the love of his wife and son.

"No matter how many times you try to convince me. I regret marrying you, Marlon," Dahlia cemented her opinion. "I wish I could turn back time and marry someone else. You are a monster."

Marlon’s heart was crushed hearing all that coming from the woman he loved the most.

Strangely, he still felt an immense amount of love for Dahlia. No matter how much she hated him, he still deeply loved her.

"I don’t mind," Marlon lied to himself. "I did my job well as the patriarch of this family. I am a good man, Dahlia."

Dahlia wanted to pull her hand again, but Marlon clenched her wrist as tight as he could, "I know you hate me. But please fulfill your promise as a Hawthorne lady and as my wife that I love dearly."

In the end, Dahlia could only sit in silence, enduring the excruciating pain while Marlon kept reminiscing about their past.

It was a slow torture that made her nauseous, hoping this bastard would just die so she could move on.

Marlon’s strength began deteriorating as he got so worked up for the whole night. He slowly closed his eyes to rest and said, "It would be nice if you could just stay with me forever, Dahlia. I will treat you well. I love you, I love us..."

Dahlia didn’t answer his statement, and Marlon had accepted his fate.

The fact that Dahlia still fulfilled her promise to stay with him for a while was enough for him to pass away peacefully.

Dahlia waited until Marlon finally fell asleep. She pulled her hand and got up, taking a few steps back from Marlon.

There was a mix of anger and disappointment in her heart. She stared at Marlon for over ten minutes before murmuring, "I hope you rot in hell, Marlon Grant. I, Dahlia Hawthorne, wish to never meet you, even in my next life."

With that, Dahlia shed the last trace of sadness in her heart and walked out of the room.

As she opened the door, she was surprised by the amount of people waiting for her.

Henry, Michael, and at least six butlers and maids waited in case Marlon did something to Dahlia.

But she came out unscathed, pale, but at least she didn’t look hurt.

Dahlia closed the door behind her, and Henry quickly asked, "Mom, are you okay? Did that old scum hurt you?"

Dahlia shook her head, "He didn’t do anything to me. He just forced me to sit and have a talk. He’s already asleep, so let’s leave him like that."

Henry’s eyes darkened, "We can’t just leave like this, Mom. You know what I want to do. I already told you before."

Dahlia’s body stiffened. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Henry told her that he already prepared a poison that would kill him quickly.

Dahlia didn’t say anything when Henry said it because she thought Henry would hesitate once he saw Marlon again.

But he didn’t.

He still wanted to kill Marlon even though he was already old and feeble.

"You don’t need to stain your hands like that, Henry," Dahlia said. "He will die sooner or later. We just need to wait."

"We don’t have more time, Mom," Henry insisted. "I want to make his death quick so I can immediately take control over the Grant family. So I can expand as much as possible and get qualified enough to become the Duke of York."

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"Madam, you don’t need to be scared of him. We want a leadership change after so long," the head butler persuaded her.

"Yes, Madam. We are on your side. It’s better to have you or Young Master to lead the Grant estate!"

"Yes, Madam!"

"Madam, that man will only hinder Henry’s progress. We need to act fast," Michael also helped persuade Dahlia.

Dahlia began to falter.

Logically, she should agree with Henry’s idea, but it felt too disturbing for Henry to kill his father. He should at least keep his hands clean for family members.

Dahlia stared at her son, whose eyes were full of cold ambition. He lost his boyish brightness immediately after Kate left him.

He was an adult now, very serious and morally gray.

’I can’t stop him from walking into this path. But in Marlon’s case. Let me take the blame.’