He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 431

Marlon’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth but stopped before he could say anything. He hesitated because he wondered what kind of reaction Dahlia would say to him.

He was scared that Dahlia would absolutely crush him, even though he knew that was guaranteed.

After all, he was the one who killed their son, put her in the mental hospital, and forced her to escape because he planned an assassination for her.

He had done all the terrible things and was afraid of the repercussions.

Things had been clearer after he fell unconscious due to too much stress. He had been living under tremendous stress since he was young, but never to the point that he would faint.

He was always strong, which was a wake-up slap because now he realized he was already old and sickly.

Henry found Marlon’s expression to be funny, "What’s wrong? Scared that she will spit on you?"

Marlon shook his head, "Dahlia and I are not husband and wife anymore. There is no point in calling her right now," he said. However, he was also the one who kept on trying to reach Dahlia somehow since she had no phone while she was in the mental hospital and escaped with no contact whatsoever.

"Well, I’m still her son, so I have the right to call her," Henry said lightly. He released Marlon’s collar and let him drop on the bed while he reached into his pocket to call Dahlia, his mother.

It didn’t take long for Dahlia to pick up;

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"What is it, Son?" Dahlia asked, though her tone didn’t seem to be friendly. "You know you shouldn’t call me too often, right? I’m still grieving over your broken relationship with Kate."

Henry’s smile faltered, but he turned on the loudspeaker and quickly shifted the topic, "Mom, I’m here with your husband. I’m in the grant estate."

"I don’t have a husband," Dahlia replied coldly. "He died when he heartlessly murdered our son." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Marlon’s heart was aching when he heard that. Because Dahlia said similar things back then, it was the reason why Marlon got so mad that he kicked Dahlia out of the estate and threw her into that mental hospital.

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’I don’t have a husband. He died, and a monster was born from his corpse.’

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"Why are you calling me when you’re in that wretched place? I thought I made it clear that I have no connection with the devil inside that place," Dahlia asked. "Why are you there in the first place anyway? You should’ve worked your ass off in that company or spent your time trying to get back with Katherine. You know you’re in the wrong, right?"

Henry smiled.

He knew his mother was still upset about his son’s undoing, but she cared enough to scold him. Because Henry knew Dahlia so much, if his mother hated someone, she’d ignore that person completely, just like Dahlia ignored Marlon right now.

Marlon had been listening to everything, and his heart was itching to at least have a conversation with the love of his life.

How desperate he was to find a way to contact Dahlia. He even went as far as calling the people in the Hawthorne family just to find a way to contact Dahlia again.

Unfortunately, everyone chose to stay silent.

All of them refused to have anything to do with the man who wanted to assassinate their matriarch.

"Yeah, Mom, I’m working on my relationship with Kate," Henry smiled bitterly. "But I’m here because this dead husband of yours rescued a bitch that I threw in the middle of a frozen wasteland for hurting Kate, and now that bitch ran freely and attacked Mackenzie, Vernon and Chloe’s daughter."

"So I’m here to snap his neck and throw him out of the balcony," Henry said. He looked down on Marlon, who looked fragile and somewhat thin, and sneered, "But I don’t think I need to kill him. He’s dying of old age right now."

"Is that so?" Dahlia hummed for a moment and added, "Then you need to leave, Henry. Maybe his body will explode after he dies. After all, he will rot in hell for eternity."

Marlon’s lips began to tremble as he couldn’t believe the woman who was always soft-spoken in her entire life could say something so crass and disgraceful.

"H—How could you say that, Dahlia?" Marlon couldn’t help but respond after her words hurt him. "How could you wish for your husband to die and rot in hell?! Do you have any conscience?!"

"I do have a conscience, Marlon," Dahlia replied on the phone. "But that conscience is not for you, not when you tossed your conscience first."

"Dahlia, I... I have never lost my love for you. I was hospitalized a few days ago, and the doctor said I’m getting too old to be stressed out," Marlon began to rumble about his problem. He had been suffering because he kept missing the touch of his beloved. "Penny is not good enough. She doesn’t know how to make me feel better. She doesn’t know how to treat me well. Only you can do that, Dahlia..."

"And do you expect me to care if you’re hospitalized?"

"Dahlia, you’re my wife! We are not divorced!" Marlon insisted. "Where is your conscience of your old husband? I took care of you for decades, I give you everything you want, and this is how you repay me?!"

"I think you forgot how you’ve been using my family’s influence to boost your business back in the day. Without the Hawthorne family’s assistance, you wouldn’t be as rich and powerful as you are now," Dahlia replied coldly. "Just like I told you, my conscience is not for you. Not when you murdered our son, threw me to the mental hospital, tried to assassinate me, and even tried to ambush Katherine, a lady who’s pregnant with OUR grandchild!"

Dahlia listed Marlon’s sins, although it was nothing compared to all the heinous things Marlon did when he was young.

It was only through Dahlia’s family’s influence that he could do so many illegal things without repercussions.