He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 474

Henry walked back and forth as he was worried about his mother. He didn’t know what happened inside. Maybe his mother had successfully forced Marlon to drink it.

Or maybe she was hesitating because of her past relationship with Marlon.

Maybe she decided to drink it with Marlon because she couldn’t handle the heartbreak.

’No, the last one can’t happen. My Mom had already moved on from Marlon. There is no way she would feel sad about his passing,’ Henry thought.

The door was finally opened after at least an hour. Dahlia walked in with red eyes. She wiped her tears and said, "He’s dead. Give him a proper burial with a closed casket, and announce to family members, his business partners, and subordinates about his death."

"Yes, Madam!"

The butlers and maids scurried around as they were prepared to announce the death of their old Master and also inform the family members about it.

Henry stared at his Mom and asked, "Have you been crying, Mom? Did you cry for that old scum? After all he had done to you?"

"Don’t get me wrong, Henry. I despise him as much as you do, but I’ve also been in love with him for two decades, and was still his legal wife for two more decades. As much as I want to be unfeeling about his passing, I still can’t help but feel sad," Dahlia said.

"But—"Henry still didn’t understand his mother. In his mind, a bastard like Marlon didn’t need to be pitied. Feeling grief for him would be a waste of energy.

Unfortunately, there were many things in this world that he didn’t understand, including how Kate still decided to leave him after all he had done to protect her.

No matter how much justification he made in his head about her departure, he was still feeling bitter deep in his heart.

She patted her son’s shoulder and said, "You don’t need to worry about me. Just focus on building your company and merging it with the family business. This is your opportunity to be a powerful man. You need to be at least at the same level as Vernon before accepting that Duke title, Son."

Henry nodded.

He could accept the Duke of York title today if he wanted to, but Dahlia told him the hungry wolves in that circle were even more vicious. So, he had to be mentally and financially prepared.

’Especially the Earl of Lancaster, Sarah’s father...’ Henry remembered. ’I have to be careful.’

Henry told the head butler to gather everyone in the mansion’s foyer, and in less than ten minutes, at least thirty people were standing in the foyer with neat formations.

Henry walked down the stairs, followed by Dahlia and Michael behind him.

His aura was dark and suppressing, and the Young Master with beautiful emerald eyes and boyish attitude they knew had disappeared overnight.

He became much colder, more mature, and also extremely intimidating.

Henry stood in front of the workers. His timing was perfect, as everyone’s eyes were on him. He looked down at them and said in a slow yet sure voice.

"My father, Marlon Grant, has passed away peacefully in his sleep. My mother, Dahlia Grant, has given me the right to rule the Grant estate, including every business we have. I expect all of you to work as usual and make sure everything is well-controlled," Henry emphasized the last word because he didn’t want to be bothered by people accusing him of murdering his father.

He had other more important things to do than caring for that old scum’s death.

The head butler tapped his shoes a few times, the indirect sign for everyone to bow politely in front of the new Patriarch, and they chanted at the same time;

"May the Grant Estate flourish under your order, Master Henry Grant!"

Henry looked down at them solemnly. He clenched his fist because he wished Kate was here with him. She was the only woman who deserved to be by his side.

"My mother will manage the household. She is your Madam Grant until I bring back my wife," Henry stated without hesitation, making sure everyone knew that he already had someone in his heart.

He turned around and returned to the study room, where his late father kept all the business documents. He didn’t want to slack when Kate and Theo were out there.

Dahlia stepped in and began coordinating the workers in the Grant estate while Michael followed Henry inside the study room.

Michael saw Henry rummaging through the documents Marlon stored, probably making sure he didn’t miss anything before he officially took control of everything.

Henry glanced at Michael, who became tense when being stared at by those snake-like eyes.

He was military-trained, well-adapted in combat, and could beat Henry in probably ten minutes if he didn’t struggle much.

He often sparred with Henry because the young Master didn’t want to be a weak man. Henry was a good fighter, but not on the same level as Michael.

Yet, Michael felt unprecedented fear when facing Henry.

This man was dangerous, and his mind was deep and unreadable. The only thing left of the old Henry was his deep love for Kate and Theo.

Other than that, Henry Grant had become an entirely new man.

"What do you want, Michael?" Henry asked.

"I’m just making sure you’re not shaken after Marlon’s death," Michael said honestly. "After all, he was still your father."

"He lost the right to be my father when he ignored me when I was young. I never emotionally bonded with him enough to be sad about his passing," Henry said lightly. "Rather than sad, I’m relieved because there’s one less threat now. That bastard won’t be able to do anything to hurt my beloved when he is six feet under."

Henry scoffed as he continued reading the document in his hand, "I should do the same with Graham and Sarah. They need to be six feet under before I can be rest assured."