Chapter 433
"Yes, Mom. I sure don’t want to end up like this man," Henry said. "An idiot who can’t differentiate between right and wrong. A father who killed his son, and a husband who betrayed his wife."
Marlon was angry when he was mocked by his son, whom he took to his house because of pity. He pointed at Henry and yelled, "You son of a bitch! You should be grateful that I took you in! You and your whore mother would live in the street if not because of my kindness!"
"Is it your kindness or Dahlia’s?" Henry sneered. "I knew that you wanted to kick me out because you see me as a sin that you need to bury. It was her kindness that forced you to accept me, Marlon."
"YOU—!!"
"Let him be, son," Dahlia interrupted. Her words were like cold water poured on his head.
"D—Dahlia, please—"
"Let him grovel and blame us all for his unfortunate demise. Once he is on his deathbed, he will realize that he has nobody on his side. His sons leave him, his official wife ignores him, and he will never see his grandchild."
"Meanwhile, I will stay with my son and daughter-in-law. I will visit and play with my grandchildren often. I will see them getting bigger and surrounded by my loved ones on my deathbed," Dahlia said. She made it sound like it was an undeniable fate. "He will see who is wrong after he realizes nobody will visit him when he’s dying."
Marlon was too stunned to speak. He knew that she was right. At this rate, he would probably die alone, Henry wouldn’t visit him, and Sarah wouldn’t care about him once he was old and incapable of assisting her.