He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 473

Thus, Dahlia took a deep breath and asked, "Do you carry the poison with you?"

"I give it to the head butler. What’s wrong?" Henry asked back.

"Then give it to me. I will be the one giving him the poison," Dahlia volunteered.

Henry’s eyes widened, "No, you don’t have to do that. This is between Marlon and I!"

"You may enter the world where it’s kill or be killed. But I do not allow you to kill your own father. I don’t want you to regret what you’ve done in the future," Dahlia insisted. "So I will carry out the job. This is also a personal problem between Marlon and I. He murdered my son with poison, so I will do the same."

Henry hesitated. He wanted to reject his mother’s suggestion, but before he could say a thing, Dahlia suddenly turned her head towards the butler and said, "Pour the poison into a glass of wine and give it to me."

"No, I haven’t given you the order yet!" Henry yelled at the head butler, which made him tense.

"Henry, I have more authority than you for now. This is my personal revenge on him. Don’t try to stain your blood for unnecessary kill," Dahlia insisted. "Besides, Kate would be disappointed knowing you can do something as cruel as killing your father."

Henry finally gave in once Dahlia mentioned Kate.

Kate was his weak spot because now, he could only nod a little when Dahlia told the butler to bring the glass of wine laced with poison.

Dahlia walked back into Marlon’s room and closed the door behind her, stopping Henry and the others from joining.

She saw that Marlon was still sleeping soundly with a smile. It felt weirdly unsettling for Dahlia because, in her mind, this man should’ve been dying out of regret, not satisfaction.

Dahlia sat on the same seat, holding the wine glass in one hand, and shook Marlon’s shoulder with the other.

"Wake up, husband."

"Uh... huh?" Marlon regained his consciousness quickly when Dahlia called him husband. He looked at Dahlia with confusion, "D—Did you just call me husband?"

"Yes, I did. You fell asleep while you held my hand, remember?"

"Y—Yeah..." Marlon told himself not to fall asleep because he thought it would be a wasted opportunity, since this was the last time he could meet with his wife.

Marlon noticed the glass of wine in Dahlia’s hand and asked, "Did you ask for a glass of wine while I was asleep?"

"Yes," Dahlia’s grin grew wider. "But it’s not for me. It’s for you."

"For me? But I’m already too old and weak. I don’t think I can drink anything other than tea..." Marlon sighed.

"Oh, come on, this is our last meeting, right? Why don’t you help me a little here," Dahlia said as she handed the glass of wine to Marlon.

Marlon stared at the glass of wine and then glanced at Dahlia, who smiled sinisterly.

He gulped as he sensed something was wrong. freewebnσvel.cøm

Dahlia didn’t smile at all during their whole interaction before he fell asleep. What had changed her now?

Marlon wasn’t a stranger to poison. After all, he murdered his son by giving Penny the strong sleep pill so she could lace James’ drink.

So he thought this one must’ve been laced with poison as well.

Marlon became fearful. He asked Dahlia, "Wife, did you put poison in it?"

Dahlia’s smile faltered instantly. She bit her lower lip, trying to maintain composure despite the storm in her heart.

The hatred in her heart was awful, but she also felt guilty because this was once the man she loved, and he had to kill him with her hand.

"This is your only chance of redemption, Marlon. Drink it, and I will finally forgive you," Dahlia said.

"W—Will you really?" Marlon knew that he wouldn’t live long anyway, so if this poisonous wine were all it needed to get the redemption he needed, he would be more than willing.

Dahlia nodded, "Drink it, and I will finally get justice against the man who murdered my son. This is your karma, Marlon."

Marlon stared at the glass of wine and chuckled, "You’re right, this is my karma. I killed James, so I will die, poisoned by my wife. It’s ridiculous for me to think that you’ll forgive me easily."

Dahlia also didn’t feel good about this, ’But this is also probably the best. I keep thinking about James every day and how I wish I could save him and avenge his death. Now that her vengeance was about to happen, she should be happy, right?’

Unfortunately, the overly complicated feelings in her heart were hard to describe, and she couldn’t decide whether she should be joyful or sad right now.

Marlon kept on staring at the glass of wine before muttering, "Dahlia, please give me a proper burial after I die. Bury me in our family cemetery so maybe we can reunite in the afterlife, and I can apologize to James for what I did. I don’t agree with his love for Katherine, but I also know I’m wrong for ending my son’s life."

"I promise," Dahlia said. However, she also promised herself not to be buried next to Marlon. She preferred to be buried in the Hawthorne family’s cemetery or maybe in another place where she could reunite with Henry and Kate after their passing.

Marlon had a sad smile as he drank the glass of wine in one gulp. He closed his eyes, and soon, the excruciating pain ate him up from head to toe. He writhed in pain, and soon, he dropped his glass of wine.

Dahlia watched everything before closing her eyes when she saw how Marlon’s face turned purple. She waited for at least ten minutes of Marlon writhing in pain before everything turned silent.

Dahlia opened her eyes and saw the lifeless body of her husband. He looked horrendous, with bulging eyes and purple skin.

"Goodbye, husband. I forgive you, but I still refuse to be with you even in the afterlife."