He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 483

Henry secretly left the party earlier than the rest of the guests. He was exhausted and even more exhausted after talking with Vernon.

However, instead of returning to his bedroom, he returned to the study room, where he met Dahlia, who was reading a book in the middle of the night.

Dahlia glanced up briefly before returning to her book, "You should be at the party, Son. It’s good to know those businessmen that will help you."

"I’ve talked to them enough. I don’t need to talk to anyone, especially the ones who won’t benefit the business in both short and long term," Henry said coldly. He sat at the desk where Marlon usually worked and then began checking all the business documents he had missed since he was busy with the party.

Dahlia looked at her son, who looked and acted exactly like the splitting image of Marlon. If he had the same black hair as Marlon, then Dahlia would have mistaken him as her dead husband.

She began to worry about her son.

Because Henry became colder with each passing day and acted more like a robot, he lost his soul when Kate left, and she wondered if she was too harsh on her son.

"Well, it’s your birthday. What do you want as a gift from me?" Dahlia offered. "I can grant you anything you want."

Henry lifted his head and stared at his old mother for a while, "Then contact the representative of the Duchy of York, and let me meet with the Duke."

Dahlia took a deep breath, "Do you think you are good enough for it, son?"

"I’ve maintained the Grant Estate for a year and boosted the sales of many subsidiaries. My new company soars. My wealth and influence are on par with Vernon Phoenix Gray. What more do you need, Mom?" Henry asked back. "Tell me what I should do next to get your approval. You know that I’m the one who suffers the most here."

Dahlia thought that maybe Henry wanted something more personal. "Do you not want to see the picture of Katherine? Or maybe Theo? He’s twelve months old now."

"And what will I achieve by doing so? Seeing them right now will only carve an even bigger wound in my heart," Henry gritted his teeth. "I don’t want to see their picture. I want to see them in person, and I want to do it as soon as possible! Don’t fucking taunt me when you know it’ll only hurt me!"

Henry’s chest began to heave and after he realized what he had done, he apologized, "I’m sorry, Mom. I was just a bit upset tonight."

Dahlia was caught off guard by Henry’s emotion. It had been a while since he showed his raw emotion, and to see him in such a state was proof that maybe she was too harsh on him.

"I’m sorry, Son..." Dahlia lowered her gaze slightly, unable to see her son in such a tragic condition. "You’re right. It’s better to hasten things up when you’ve fulfilled the requirement to be a Duke."

Dahlia got up and patted her long dress, "I will call the representative from Duchy of York tomorrow. You should rest soon, Son. It’s not good for your health," she said before leaving Henry in the study room.

Henry gritted his teeth even more, "How am I supposed to rest after you taunted me like that, Mom? Of course, I will work even harder knowing I’m one step closer to reuniting with my wife and son."

**

Henry entered an old mansion where the Duke of York currently lived. He was greeted by the knights who served the Duchy for generations, though these days, they mostly worked as guards and butlers.

"Good morning, Master Henry Grant. The Duke has been waiting for your arrival," the man said while bowing politely. "Please follow me. I will bring you to him."

Henry followed the knight to a room at the end of a long corridor. He opened the door and allowed Henry to enter.

"I will be guarding outside. Please take your time with the Duke. He is very excited about your arrival."

Henry thanked the knight and walked deeper into the big room with rows of open windows.

At the end of the room, he saw a man sitting on a chair facing the fireplace. He could see the smoke coming from him, so Henry guessed he was probably smoking a cigar.

Henry stood in the middle of the room and announced his arrival, "Your Highness, Duke George of York. I am Henry Theodore Grant, the son of Marlon Grant. I’ve come as per your invitation."

The old man got up from his chair slowly. He was already in his twilight years, probably in his eighties. Yet he still looked vigorous.

Duke George turned around and put down his cigar as he greeted his descendant from another side of the family, "So you are Henry Grant. You look exactly like your late father in his prime, except for the hair. I hope you don’t have Marlon’s behavior."

Henry’s heart skipped a beat. It seemed the Duke had an animosity against Marlon, though judging from how conceited Marlon could be, Henry wasn’t surprised if the Duke hated his father.

"Come here, Son. I can’t see you clearly," Duke George said.

Henry walked a few steps forward and stood before the old man.

The old man squinted and asked, "I see you are a dashing and charming young man. I know you liked many women in the past, and I do not judge that. But I hope you don’t father any illegitimate children."

"And what if I do?" Henry asked.

"It would be a problem," George sighed. "Especially if it’s a boy. Even if you don’t like his mother, you must marry her because she has your son."

"And what if I want to marry her?"

The old Duke frowned, "What do you mean by that? Based on the information that I got, you’re still unmarried, right?"

"I... I am unmarried for now, but I have a woman I’ve been deeply in love, and I have a son with her," Henry replied.