He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband
Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Chapter 428

"Where’s my dad? Surely that old crook was already wide awake by early morning, right?" Henry asked straight to the point.

The old maid’s grateful smile slowly dissipated, and she shook her head, "Master Grant has been sick. It’s been two days."

Henry frowned, "Sick? That old bastard can be sick?"

The old maid disliked how the Young Master was very disrespectful to his father.

But she also knew their relationship had been strained after Young Master James’ death. So she simply replied, "He has been secluding himself in the study room for weeks, only coming out to eat. He even sleeps in the study room."

"Your mother found him unconscious two days ago, and we brought him to the hospital," the old maid explained. "The doctor said he is under too much stress and needs rest."

Henry scoffed, "That’s disappointing. I wish he had a heart attack instead."

The old maid frowned, "Please check on him, Young Master. Knowing you’re here to visit him, I know he will be happy."

Henry wanted to say that he was here to kill that old bastard. But he knew the old maid was innocent. So he better keep his intention hidden until he meets Marlon.

He walked to Marlon’s room and told Michael to stay at the door in case they got ambushed.

"I don’t think that bastard will ambush you here, especially after hearing what that old maid said," Michael commented.

"We don’t know, Michael. That old fox has so many tricks in his sleeves. He killed his own son. Who knows what kind of trap he has next?"

Henry opened the door and entered the room. The first thing he saw was his father, Marlon Grant, lying on his bed with a blanket tucked until his chest level.

He closed his eyes and looked very fragile right now. It was easy for Henry to just walk up to him and strangle this bastard to death. It would only take a minute at best since he was just an old crook.

Henry walked towards Marlon and watched him sleep.

This brittle old man was once a high and mighty man who had the world in his hand.

He was rich, influential, and powerful to the point that he could bend the law in California, especially in Los Angeles.

But just like everything else, he eventually had his twilight days when everything didn’t matter. After all, he’d probably die soon. What was the point of more money or power?

Henry knew that he should’ve at least a bit of filial piety to his father, but after what Marlon did to James, Dahlia, and Kate, he lost all of his kindness towards this old bastard.

He kicked the bed and yelled, "WAKE UP, YOU OLD BASTARD!"

Marlon gasped when he awoke suddenly. Opening his eyes, he saw Henry standing beside his bed.

"H—Henry?" Marlon called, wondering whether he was dreaming or not. "Is that really you?"

"I don’t think you’re stupid enough not to notice me," Henry sneered. He looked down at Marlon with eyes that could kill, "That old maid told me you just got hospitalized after enduring too much stress."

Marlon stared at his son for a while, and his eyes began to pool with tears, "That’s right, Son. I was too stressed out with everything, and my body became weaker each day. I got hospitalized when they found me unconscious."

Marlon got up and sat on his bed. He looked up to his son and tried to hold his hand, but Henry quickly slapped Marlon’s hand, "No need to act like a sweet old man. I know what kind of monster you are, Marlon Grant."

Marlon was at a loss, but he quickly hid his sadness with a smile and said, "Are you here to visit me? It’s still very early in the morning, so you should get some rest. I will tell the maids to prepare your bedroom again."

Henry couldn’t believe what he heard.

"Are you having dementia, or you’re just trying to fool me right now? Do you think I’m here to visit my father?" Henry scoffed again. "I’d do that if you’re a good father."

Marlon’s smile dissipated, "Then what are you doing here?"

"To kill you," Henry said. "I know what you’ve done, you slimy old bastard. You rescued that hellbitch from Greenland, right?!"

Marlon was still clueless, so he continued asking, "What are you talking about, Henry?"

"Don’t act innocent, you bastard! Erina Ross, Katherine’s sister!" Henry yelled.

It took a while until Marlon registered the name in his mind. He remembered how he helped Sarah rescue someone in Greenland. She said that woman had been unfairly treated because of Kate’s evil nature.

Marlon shook his head, "I helped that woman because she is a good woman who got trapped because of Kate’s evil ambition. You’re also the one at fault for helping her even though you know it’s wrong."

"Wrong? Do you know what that hellbitch did? That woman, Erina Ross, attacked Vernon’s daughter! You put a child’s life in danger just because of our problem!"

Marlon was astonished when he heard that. He shook his head vehemently this time, "That’s not possible. Sarah told me that woman is a good woman."

"And you believe that rat-faced bitch as well, huh?" Henry sneered. "I think something must’ve been wrong in your mind. Why would you listen to her words like she’s some kind of messiah?"

"She is your fiance, Henry. Besides, she is a noble-born, you know they are very polite and well-educated. They are the pinnacle of the human race. They can’t do no wrong," Marlon said.

Henry was astonished by what he heard just now.

He knew that his father had an inferiority complex about this whole noble-born bullshit.

They were supposed to be that of a noble-born as well, but since their great-grandfather handed the title to his brother and left for the United States back then, Marlon became obsessed with gaining that title back.

"I don’t understand you, Marlon," Henry said. "What’s the point of those titles?"

"It’s for our prestige, Henry. We are destined for greatness, and you will soon be the Duke of York. You need a perfect woman to marry, and that spot is only for a fellow pure noble like Sarah."

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