My Waste Husband
Chapter 1094

Chapter 1094

The Middleton family?

Hearing Masslen's self-introduction, Henry raised his eyebrows.

"From the look of it, your Middleton family's hundreds of years of history does teach you guys how to be a gentleman," Henry slightly smiled.

A proud look appeared on Masslen's face, "It's good that you heard of the name of the Middleton family. Now, as a member of the family, I order you to apologize to this lady!"

"No," Henry waved his hand. "I think your family tradition is just for the show. If she really commits huge crimes, can you really forgive her like a gentleman?"

"Of course," Masslen said with confidence, "That's what a gentleman does!"

"Sure," Henry snapped his fingers. He grabbed Debbra's hair and lifted her up.

In Debbra's mind, Henry was just a handsome man in his twenties. But at this moment, she felt Henry was a demon. All her anger and arrogance were replaced by fear.

"What... what are you going to do?" Debbra's voice was trembling. Her tantrum had gone completely after Henry's slap.

"Nothing," Henry grinned. He whispered in Debbra's ear, "Go and stab this into his heart. I wanna know if he can forgive you afterward, as he promised."

Debbra felt there was something cold stuffed into her hand. She looked down and found out it was a dagger.

Her arm trembled. She wanted to drop the dagger. But before she could let loose her grip, Henry squeezed her hand, making her hold the dagger tightly.

"Good girl," Henry whispered, "If you don't listen to me, I will kill you. Do you understand?"

Henry's voice was soft, but it sounded like a demon's breath breezed into Debbra's ear. She just wanted to find a puppet to get rid of Masslen, but Debbra could never expect that she got herself into such a big disaster.

"Sir, you don't seem to understand what I'm saying!" Masslen had no idea what Henry was whispering to Debbra, and he couldn't see the ten centimeters long dagger either. All he could see was Henry was yanking Debbra's hair, and Debbra's eyes were tearing.

"Mark my words. I'm watching you. If you don't do what you were told, I'll kill you. It's a pity to end the life of such a beautiful lady," Henry let go of Debbra's hair and stepped back.

Debbra stood up, trembling. She was trying to hide the dagger in her hand.

Masslen rushed toward Debbra. He was furious after he saw the bruise on her face, "You are way out of the line, sir. Beating a woman is not a gentleman's behavior."

Henry was standing two steps away from Debbra and Masslen. He smiled and said, "Remember. I don't joke."

Henry's voice made Debbra shivering. She reached out her hand, which was holding the dagger. At this moment, she felt that something was driving her hand forward.

"Stop it!"

Debbra exclaimed.

Henry was pushing Debbra's hand, making it go straight toward Masslen's heart.

"Fizz!"

It was the sound of the sharp knife cutting into flesh.

Masslen's furious expression faded away. He could feel excruciating pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a dagger in his chest. On the handle of the dagger was the hand of Debbra.

Debbra felt something warm on her hand. It was Masslen's blood.

Henry still kept a smile on his face, "I believe that, according to the tradition of the Middleton family, you will forgive her. All she is doing is to kill you. It's nothing, right? You just said you can always forgive a lady no matter what she has done."

Masslen slowly opened his mouth, trying very hard to breathe.

Henry gave Debbra's hand another push, and the dagger went deeper into Masslen's chest. Masslen spat out a mouthful of blood.

Henry coldly looked at Masslen, who was gasping for air.

Debbra screamed and let go of the dagger. She wanted to run but couldn't feel her legs anymore. Like stuck in a nightmare, Debbra couldn't move no matter how hard she tried.

Masslen's mouth was moving, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

Henry snorted and ignored Debbra and Masslen. He kept walking and murmured to himself, "The gentleman behavior of the Middleton family is to torture Ailsa, making her neither alive nor dead."

Masslen's pupils dilated. He fell forward.

When Masslen's body hit the ground, Debbra screamed. She ran toward Henry in panic.

"You can't leave. What about me?" Debbra cried out. She was running with a head of messy hair, looked like a ghost.

Henry rolled his eyes and said, "It's none of my business. You took the knife and killed the man. What's there anything to do with me?"

"You are lying!" Debbra shook her head hard, "It's not me! It's you! You pushed me. I never...I never want to kill anyone!"

"How about..." Henry suddenly stared at Debbra.

Under Henry's gaze, Debbra subconsciously took two steps back.

Henry pointed at Debbra and said, "How about you keep him company?"

Debbra's legs went limp. Collapsed on the ground, she shook her head manically and kept her mouth shut. Smelly liquid flew out between her legs. Henry's words had scared her to death.

"Then let's continue your party as if nothing has happened," Henry shrugged, "Or leave."

"No, I can't leave," Debbra's voice trembled. "My parents are still here. If I disappear after someone is killed, people will surely suspect me." "Then how are your acting skills?" Henry gritted his teeth. He then kept walking, ignoring Debbra.

Debbra crawled up from the ground and wanted to follow Henry, but Henry's voice was heard.

"If you dare to follow me, I'll kill you. Remember, I don't joke."

Henry's words stopped Debbra completely. Her lifted leg was frozen in the air.