Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 139

139 Chapter 139–A Dying Wish and a New Confrontation

139 Chapter 139 – A Dying Wish and a New

Confrontation

I was halfway through examining a rare medicinal herb when my phone vibrated again. Seraphina Sterling’s name flashed across the screen for the fifth time in an hour. With a frustrated sigh, I finally answered.

“What part of ‘no‘ wasn’t clear the first four times?” I snapped, pinching the bridge of

my nose.

“Liam, please.” Her voice cracked–something I’d never heard before from the normally composed Seraphina. “Grandfather William… he’s dying. The doctors say he has hours. left.”

The news hit me like a physical blow. I gripped the phone tighter. “What happened?” “His heart… it just gave out. He’s been asking for you.” A sob escaped her. “I know you have every reason to hate our family, but he was the only one who ever defended you.” She was right. While the rest of the Sterlings had treated me like dirt beneath their shoes, old William had shown me kindness in small, quiet ways–sneaking me food when Simon had ordered the servants not to feed me, leaving books on martial arts where I would find them, occasionally slipping me a word of encouragement when no one else was looking.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, ending the call.

Eamon looked up from his research notes. “Everything alright?”

“William Sterling is dying.” I grabbed my jacket. “I need to go.”

“The old man?” Eamon frowned. “I thought you were done with the Sterlings.”

“I am. But William was different.” I headed for the door. “Don’t wait up. This might take a while.

The Sterling mansion stood as imposing as ever, its marble columns and manicured lawns broadcasting the family’s wealth and status. As I approached the front entrance, memories of my humiliating years here threatened to overwhelm me. I pushed them

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aside. This wasn’t about me or my history with this family. This was about a dying. man’s last wish.

The door swung open before I could knock. Simon Sterling–William’s son and my former father–in–law–stood there, his face twisted with disdain.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, blocking the entrance.

“Seraphina called me. William asked to see me.”

“My father is surrounded by family in his final moments. He doesn’t need the likes of you disturbing his peace.”

I stared directly into his eyes, allowing just a hint of my power to flare. The subtle glow of golden energy reflected in his pupils, making him flinch.

“Move,” I said quietly. “Or I’ll move you.”

Simon’s face paled, but he stood his ground. “You dare threaten me in my own home?” “It’s okay, Dad,” Seraphina appeared behind him, her eyes red from crying. “I called him here. Grandpa’s been asking for him.”

Simon’s jaw clenched, but he stepped aside. As I passed him, he hissed, “Five minutes. Then you leave.”

I ignored him, following Seraphina through the grand foyer where once I’d been forced clean floors on my hands and knees. The house was filled with Sterling relatives cousins, aunts, uncles–all gathered for the patriarch’s passing. What struck me immediately was their demeanor. No one was crying. Instead, small groups animatedly, some even laughing.

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“He’s in the master bedroom,” Seraphina whispered, leading me upstairs. “The family’s been taking turns saying goodbye, but…” She hesitated. “Most of them are just waiting for the will reading.”

I wasn’t surprised. The Sterlings had always valued money over human connection.

William’s bedroom was surprisingly empty when we entered. An elderly man lay in the massive four–poster bed, his once–robust frame now withered and frail. Machines beeped quietly beside him, monitoring his failing heart.

“Liam’s here, Grandpa, Seraphina announced softly.

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William’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on me with effort. “You came,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I approached the bed, kneeling beside it to be level with his face. “Of course I did:

Seraphina quietly slipped out, closing the door behind her.

“They said… you’ve become… powerful. William’s breathing was labored, each word a struggle.

“Things have changed,” I acknowledged, taking his frail hand in mine.

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “Good. The boy I knew… had potential. Just needed… to find it.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

“I need to ask you… something,” he finally said, squeezing my hand with what little strength he had left.

“Anything.”

“The Sterling family…” he paused, gathering energy. “They treated you terribly. I know that. I should have… done more.”

“You did what you could,” I assured him, meaning it.

sake.” “I’m dying, Liam. When I’m gone… they’ll have no protection.” His rheumy eyes fixed on mine. “Whatever revenge you’re planning… I ask that you spare them. For my

The request surprised me. After everything the Sterlings had put me through William was using his final moments to protect them.

“They’re not worth your concern,” I said honestly.

“They’re my blood.” A tear slipped down his wrinkled cheek. “Flawed… selfish… but still mine.”

I studied his face–the face of the only Sterling who had shown me basic human decency. I owed him this much.

“I promise I’ll leave them alone,” I said finally. “As long as they don’t provoke me

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Relief washed over his features. “Thank you.” His grip on my can go… in peace.”

hand weakened. “Now I

His eyes drifted closed. For a moment, I thought he’d fallen asleep, but then the steady beeping of the heart monitor changed to a continuous tone, William Sterling was gone.

I bowed my head for a moment, offering a silent farewell to the one decent man in this house of vipers.

When I emerged from the bedroom, I found the hallway buzzing with conversation.

discussing funeral arrangements in a tone more Simon stood with his brother Charles suited for planning a business meeting.

we should have the ceremony at St. Matthew’s, Charles was saying. “More prestigious. Better optics for the company.”

“And we can use Father’s death to postpone that meeting with the investors,” Simon added. “Give us time to massage the quarterly numbers.”

Disgust welled up inside me. William’s body wasn’t even cold yet.

I moved past them toward the stairs, but Simon spotted me.

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