"You don’t have the right to be with my mother after what you’ve done, you bastard!" Henry raised his hand. He was about to beat this old man to death for yearning for sothing he didn’t deserve.
"Son..." Dahlia patted Henry’s shoulder to calm him down. "This is not only because of the will. I also want to spend so ti with him. This will be the last after all, right?"
"Mom..." Henry was speechless. How could Dahlia forgive Marlon after what he had done? This old man might look frail now, but he was absolutely ruthless and unfeeling. He treated them all like disposable toys while still young and strong.
"Sign it now, Marlon. This is your last chance if you want to talk with ," Dahlia pressured.
Marlon nodded and signed the docunt just like she had said. He still didn’t want to transfer everything to his ungrateful son.
But the idea of reuniting with Dahlia quenched his rage and unwillingness.
He ant it when he said that she would trade everything he had so Dahlia could accompany him.
After Marlon had signed everything, he handed the docunt back to Henry, and the latter could only frown as Marlon tried to reach his wife’s hand.
"Wife, please hold , I... I really don’t know how much ti I have before I pass away in my sleep. All I want is just a little bit of peace with you..."
"Mom, we have what we want. You don’t need to follow his wish," Henry said as he tried to persuade Dahlia out of this.
But Dahlia shook her head, "This is a goodbye between and him. Leave us alone, Henry."
Henry grunted as he was dissatisfied by how this ended. But in the end, he turned around and left the room, "I will be outside. Scream if he does anything to hurt you," Henry said before he closed the door.
Dahlia smiled.
She grabbed a stool and sat right next to Marlon’s bed.
"Why don’t you sit here with on the bed? This was... and still is our marital bed..." Marlon said.
"Trust , Dahlia. I’ve never brought anyone to sleep in this bed except you. Not even Penny is allowed to sleep in here."
"I don’t want to sleep next to you because we’re not a husband and wife anymore, Marlon," Dahlia said as he crushed Marlon’s hope imdiately, stopping him from wishing too much.
"W—Why would you say that? I’ve never divorced you..."
"But you killed our son, threw into that ntal hospital, and eventually sent people to kill . Wouldn’t it be hypocritical of you to see as your wife?" Dahlia smiled. "I don’t think a good husband would do any of that to his ’beloved’ wife."
Marlon didn’t dare to dwell deeper into this problem. As much as he wanted to defend his action, he knew it would only ruin the mood, and Dahlia might leave before they could spend more ti together.
So he held her hand tight and tried to shift the topic, "Dahlia, do you rember the good old tis when you were just a young woman? Every man around you wanted you, and I am just one of your suitors who ca from a diocre family."
Dahlia grinned, "Yes, your family was diocre. You have money, but so did the rest of my suitors. You were handso, but many of them were also as dashing as you were. On top of that, your family didn’t have any aningful title yet."
"Then why did you choose back then?" Marlon asked.
"Simply because I fell in love with you," Dahlia replied. "It was love at first sight. I first saw you standing near the balcony at a party, staring at the lake while the cold autumn wind blew your hair."
Dahlia couldn’t help to sigh as she rembered that good man she fell in love with back then, "I thought that handso man would be an asshat, but once you court , I realized you were a serious man. You worked hard and had a big dream of your own. You were perfect."
"That’s why I went against my father’s initial wish and married you instead," Dahlia’s smile faltered as she rembered how much she tried to defend Marlon back then. "I tried my absolute best to ensure you look good in front of my father. I regretted all of my decisions, unfortunately."
"Dahlia..." Marlon felt hopeless. His heart was stabbed by guilt repeatedly because he didn’t know how to defend himself either.
"I... I fell in love with you at first sight as well. You were and still are the love of my life. The night with Penny was a mistake, but that doesn’t make love you less," Marlon said. "But you kept distancing yourself from . You stopped from trying to nd my mistake and refused to spend ti together. How am I supposed to be happy with it?"
"Because I can’t embrace you knowing that you’ve touched another woman and got her pregnant while we’re still married," Dahlia said. "I am a selfish woman, Marlon. The mont my husband cheated on , then he lost his right to touch my body."
"Is there no forgiveness for ?" Marlon begged. "I have been trying to nd our relationship. I love you, and I keep dreaming about you, Dahlia..."
"I gave you so many chances back then," Dahlia sighed. "You might not be able to touch , but I gave you a chance to get closer to our sons. Yet, you saw Jas as a re tool to achieve your ambition to get richer, and you simply saw Henry as a son of a whore with no redeeming quality. A mother’s second life lies in her children, Marlon, and you failed to show that you care."
"I gave you a chance, hoping you would support Jas for his love for Kate, but look at what you did. You murdered him. You continuously made mistakes that I can’t forgive."
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