365: Chapter 365

Chapter 365

Marlon grimaced in pain as he felt pain in his back.1

He was an old man who needed a cane to walk. He also had a back issue, so he probably needed a hospital visit after this to see if he had an internal injury.

Marlon tried to grab his cane, but Dahlia quickly got off the bed and snatched it.

Marlon saw his wife holding the cane and intended to use it to beat him.

"W—What are you doing?! I can put you in jail for hurting me!" Marlon yelled.

"But I am already in jail. I don't give a damn about getting stuck somewhere else when you already trapped me in this room for half a year!" Dahlia yelled. 

She clenched the cane and started beating Marlon's body with it.

The old man cowered as he tried to shield himself. He was at the mercy of his wife. It was a humiliation he never expected from the usually elegant lady like Dahlia.

Dahlia made sure not to spare any spot on Marlon's body. After being satisfied with beating her bastard husband, she lifted the old man by his collar and grabbed the knife on the bed.

"Listen, Marlon Grant, I have had enough of playing passive against you. The more I let you off, the crazier you get."

"P—Playing passive?" Marlon couldn't fathom what he heard just now. Because as much as he remembered, Dahlia was never a woman who would bow down to her husband. "What do you mean playing passive?"

Dahlia's lips thinned. She clenched Marlon's collar and the knife on her hands. 

"Do you really think imprisoning me in this mental hospital means you've successfully stripped me of my influence?" Dahlia sneered. "I've been passive all this time because I thought I had nothing else to fight."

"My son is dead, and you ruined everything I had," Dahlia said. "So I thought I'd just rot and die in this place, forever grieving over James' murder."

"But when I saw Kate and talked to her, I realized that girl truly has something in her. Talking with Kate filled me with hope," Dahlia muttered as she recalled how Kate sheepishly smiled at her while trying to hide her pregnant stomach.

Kate's eyes were brimming with happiness as if she had so much joy she could share with people around her. 

Katherine gave hope to Henry, who had lost his way after James' death, and Dahlia felt the same.

She began wishing to be free from this shackle and met with Kate more often.

She wanted to see how Henry grew from a spoiled and naive young man to a great man full of wisdom and cunning. 

She also wanted to attend Kate and Henry's wedding in the future and be there as a family when Kate gave birth. 

She wanted to see her first grandchild and watch that child grow in a healthy environment under Kate and Henry's guidance.

She might lose hope with James' death, but she regained his hope when imagining about her grandchild.

"Hope? Hah, what a load of bullshit. Why are you trying to defend a commoner like Katherine?" Marlon said coldly. He might be beaten and battered right now, but he still maintained his arrogance. "A commoner woman like her is a dime a dozen. I can grab any random woman in the street and shove it to Henry and James. Bet those two sons of a bitches will fuck her anyway."

Marlon scoffed, "I've always wondered why James and Henry could fall in love with a commoner like her. But I guess it's because of you two."

"You and Penny have bad gene. I would've gotten a perfect son if I married a woman from a higher noble rank or a better background."

Marlon's harsh words pulled Dahlia back to reality. 

She stared at this frail old man. He might've lost his ability to stand straight without his cane, but his arrogance remained. 

He was still the same man that Dahlia mistakenly married decades ago. 

"I guess you will never have a change of heart, huh?" Dahlia gently pressed the knife on his neck until the cold tip pierced his skin.

A drop of blood streamed down Marlon's neck, and the man's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. 

"Maybe I should've killed you now so my youngest son and his wife won't suffer," Dahlia said.

"Y—You won't be spared if you kill me," Marlon threatened. "Those gunmen outside will kill you."

"You're right," Dahlia grinned. "Of course, I'm not going to kill you. Not when I have something else to do."

Dahlia had another plan after thinking about her future grandchild. She wanted to see her son and his wife to be happy, and she wanted to see her grandchild. That would definitely heal the heartache she experienced.

"Then how about we make a deal? Tell all of your gunmen outside to leave this hospital, and I will let you go. Promise me that you will never come to this place again."

Dahlia pressed the knife deeper until Marlon was scared out of his wits. With a shaky voice, he replied, "A—Alright, that's a deal. Now let me go."

Dahlia chuckled.

She walked to the door while dragging Marlon. She opened the door and pointed the knife back at Marlon's neck when she heard the gasp from the street whore. 

She also used Marlon's body as a shield when she saw the guns pointing at them. 

"Honey!" Penny was panicking when she saw blood trickling from Marlon's wrinkly neck. Penny wanted to reach him, but Marlon yelled;

"STAY BACK!"

Penny halted her step as Marlon yelled. Her body had been trained to react accordingly when Marlon raised his voice in fear that she would be beaten with the cane again. 

The five men in black were still on guard, with their weapons drawn this time. But nobody dared to shoot when they saw blood trickling on Marlon's neck. 

"Go on, tell them," Dahlia instructed. "We don't have all the time to be stuck in this situation."

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