He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband-Chapter 475

Sarah walked into the somber funeral ceremony where all the guests wore black and tried to squeeze any kind of tears to make it look like they sympathized with the man who was buried today.

She wasn’t sad; rather than grieving, she was annoyed instead.

The old bastard inside the casket could’ve done so much more for her, but he died so abruptly, and now she had nobody but herself to do the job to eliminate Kate and her son. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Dahlia made her speech as she acted like a grieving widow. Since it was a closed casket funeral, everyone could only stand in front of the casket and give their parting message before approaching Dahlia, the sorrowful widow, to give their words of condolences.

As everyone did it one by one, it was finally Sarah’s turn to give her parting message in front of the casket.

She had no tears. She couldn’t cry, no matter how much she tried to squeeze it.

She had no sympathy for a stupid old man who killed his own son with a simple persuasion.

So Sarah said her parting message in her heart to make sure nobody knew how annoyed she was at Marlon’s funeral.

’You are a wasted opportunity, Marlon. You could’ve become a bigger pawn for me. You could’ve killed Kate and her baby with your hand, but your body gave up on you in the end,’ Sarah said in her heart.

’But I’m not really sad at your death, with your deteriorating mind, you’ll only be a hindrance by how incompetent you’ve become,’ Sarah added. ’Though, I wish you could be more useful before your death. Now I’m stuck trying to find Kate after she left.’

Sarah had gotten the information using her Dad’s new connection that Kate didn’t return to Vernon’s mansion after she was discharged from the hospital.

The informant had no idea where Kate went. But she had the identity of the one who helped Kate to escape, Dahlia Grant.

Sarah put the flower on top of the casket before turning around and walking towards Dahlia, who was wiping the tears with her handkerchief.

Her grieving looked much more convincing compared to Sarah’s, but Sarah knew that Dahlia didn’t feel sad, at least not as much as what she showed to the public.

"I’m sorry for your loss, Dahlia," Sarah said out of courtesy, though she couldn’t wait to roll her eyes. "I hope you can still find happiness after his passing."

Dahlia put down her handkerchief and had a mysterious smile in front of Sarah. Her eyes were hidden under the mourning hat’s veil, so Sarah couldn’t see her true intention well.

"I do find my happiness, finally," Dahlia whispered. "Sometimes you must do the unthinkable to reach that peace and joy."

Sarah’s eyes widened. She sensed a heinous aura coming from Dahlia, "D—Dahlia, you—"

"Ssh, it’s a closed casket funeral for a reason, Sarah," Dahlia put her index on her lips and added, "Why are you shocked? I think you’re the vilest villainess between us. After all, you’re the one who manipulated Marlon into killing James, throwing me into that mental hospital, and ambushing Kate."

Sarah was frozen like a statue when Dahlia aired all of her dirty laundry without hesitation. She looked around and realized that almost all the guests had left, leaving only a few.

She didn’t know what would happen if she stayed for too long. Maybe Dahlia already set up a trap that would kill her, so she had to escape as soon as possible!

She turned around, ready to leave when Dahlia suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going? I thought you want to see Henry. After all, you’ve been so in love with him that you staged another attack against Kate and her newborn, right? So let me guide you to my son."

Sarah’s face turned pale. She wasn’t ready to face Henry when he became the new Master of the Grant family.

He was much more powerful now, and who knew what he would do once he got his hand on Sarah?

"N—No need, I don’t want to see him," Sarah tried to keep her composure while facing this creepy old lady. She raised her voice, so other people could hear her, "Madam Grant, please release my wrist. I know you want me to marry your son, but this is not the right time!"

Everyone darted their eyes at Dahlia and Sarah as they got curious about what had happened to them. Dahlia smirked when she saw this staged play. As expected, a rat like Sarah would always find a way to escape.

But of course, even the smartest rat would eventually fall into a trap. Dahlia simply needed to be patient.

Thus, she leaned forward and whispered in Sarah’s ear, "I know you’re here to find information about Kate’s whereabouts. If you want to know, come to the Grant estate with me. I will tell you where she is before Henry crushes your head."

Sarah felt goosebumps all over. She didn’t understand why things hadn’t gone her way since Kate entered Henry’s life.

Even Dahlia, a woman who should’ve rotted in the mental hospital, suddenly escaped and stood on her ground against Marlon.

She even went as far as murdering Marlon in retaliation, or so Sarah thought based on her assumption.

"N—Nice offer, Dahlia. But I’m not an idiot. You should know what kind of powerful backing I have," Sarah tried to intimidate back, not wanting to be defeated by an old woman.

Unfortunately, Dahlia had experienced life as a noble lady way longer than Sarah. So she wasn’t fazed, "Let’s see if that backing will help you if they know all the cruel things you’ve done. I’m sure Earl Lancaster would be happy to know about it."

"And you have no proof for that."

"Who said I don’t have it?" Dahlia grinned. "Maybe I do, and I’m ready to tell Klaus about it."

Dahlia’s intimidation was proven to be extremely effective for Sarah. She stepped back after Dahlia released her wrist, staring at the old lady in disbelief for a second before turning around and leaving.

Dahlia smirked while watching Sarah’s back, "Your end is not in my hand, Sarah Lancaster. "