He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 101: Earning More Money = Selling Yourself?

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Earning More Money = Selling Yourself?

"You recognized me from the start?"

’She should have known.’

’Otherwise, with so many beautiful girls, why would he have chosen only her?’

The man’s cool fingertips brushed gently against her red-stained lips. "Was it that hard to figure out?"

"I just wanted to earn some extra money."

Her eyes trembled, a wave of unknown fear washing over them.

Even her fingertips began to shake uncontrollably.

"Earn some extra money equals selling yourself?" His large hand tightened, choking her until her face turned purple. "Tell your husband, how many men have you spent the night with?"

"N-None."

No one had ever been as generous as Theodore Grant.

And no one else had ever taken an interest in just her.

She gripped his wrist, the color draining from her face. "If it hadn’t been you, I wouldn’t have come out with anyone."

"Is that so, Mrs. Grant?"

She struggled to breathe, nodding. "Yes."

Perhaps he had listened to her explanation, as the man’s grip loosened slightly.

But did he completely believe Natalie Morgan’s words?

Not at all.

He stood up, lit a cigarette, and took a slow drag.

His features, shrouded in the gray-white smoke, took on an air of mystery and depth, making him impossible to read.

"Natalie Morgan, you have depression, and your mental state is progressively deteriorating. For your health and safety, I think you should go to Unity Hospital to rest for a while."

His voice was soft, yet heavy enough to shatter her.

’Unity Hospital?’

’Does he want to lock me in a mental asylum too?’

"No, you can’t do this." Natalie Morgan’s voice trembled, filled with deep-seated fear. "You drove Thomas Morgan mad, do you want to drive me mad too?"

He watched her quietly, his gaze deep and complex, like a stormy, bottomless sea at night.

"I’m doing this for your own good."

’For her own good?’

’Was it really for her own good?’

After everyone in the Morgan Family was either dead or driven insane, she thought she still had a sliver of a chance to survive. She never imagined she would be the last one to be disposed of.

The talk of divorce, of letting her go—it was all a lie.

He had never intended to truly let her go. His goal was simply to push her into the abyss step by step, leaving her to struggle in endless fear and despair.

"Theodore Grant, why? Why are you forcing me to hate you? Why?"

Desperate, ice-cold tears fell onto the back of her hand.

She had thought the grand finale would be her freedom.

It turned out the grand finale was the loss of her freedom.

He just watched her coolly and calmly as she stared at him, her eyes rimmed with red.

Finally, he crushed out the cigarette between his fingers.

"When you’re better, I’ll come get you."

"Will you?" A trace of confusion and despair flickered in Natalie Morgan’s eyes. She might never live to see that day. "Theodore Grant, you are truly ruthless. Stop lying to me."

Wiping away her tears, Natalie Morgan got up and ran for the door.

Tears streamed down her face. ’I have to escape. I don’t want to be locked up.’

Theodore Grant’s large arm shot out, grabbing her by the waist and yanking her back. "Where do you think you’re running? Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I’ll drag you back."

"You’re worse than an animal," Natalie Morgan shrieked furiously, her voice filled with endless grief and despair.

"This is what happens when you don’t behave."

He threw her heavily onto the bed and pressed his whole body down on top of her.

「A few days later.」

Natalie Morgan, her hands bound, was sent to Unity Hospital.

The place from which she had tried countless times to save Thomas Morgan, but had always been powerless to do so.

Stepping into this hospital was like entering a grim, hellish purgatory on earth.

Every inch of the air seemed to be saturated with the stench of despair, and every breath felt like being bound by invisible chains.

’The only way I’ll ever leave this place is probably the day I die.’

The staff at Unity Hospital placed her in a private room.

The room was spartan. The walls were covered with thick soundproof padding, and there was no table—only a wooden bed with rounded corners and a small window.

The ropes on her hands were untied.

She rubbed her aching wrists and gazed out at the world beyond the barred window.

She thought she would probably never see the day of her release.

The person who had escorted her here, expressionless, handed her a clean hospital gown.

"Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant wants you to rest and recover here. We will take good care of you. You need to be obedient."

Natalie Morgan didn’t say a word.

She just stared out at the world, vacant and lost in a daze.

Like a canary with broken wings.

She remembered how her brother must have stared outside just like this, for countless days and nights.

Hoping, longing, for the day he could walk out.

But in the end, he was tormented until he went mad.

Time seemed to stand still.

Natalie Morgan’s life became mechanical and monotonous: eating, sleeping, watching TV, and then taking a short walk after dinner.

Most of the time, however, she just sat quietly on the edge of her bed, hugging her knees, her gaze empty as she stared out the window.

The sky was high and vast, but she was imprisoned.

No one came to be cruel to her or abuse her.

Since Theodore Grant had taken her phone, naturally no one knew she was locked up here.

"GACK..."

Suddenly, a wave of intense nausea washed over her, and she rushed to the in-room bathroom.

She bent over, her hands braced on the sink, as her stomach churned violently.

She’d been having this reaction for three whole days.

She was a woman. The first word that came to her mind, naturally and directly, was... ’pregnant’.

The thought flashed through her mind, but it exploded in her heart like a clap of thunder.

She couldn’t believe it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic and anxiety that brought with it a heavy sense of oppression.

She had actually been planning to kill herself these past few days.

’Could I really be pregnant?’

"Natalie Morgan, you have a visitor." A voice called out as the door opened from the outside.

Natalie Morgan splashed her face with water and replied haggardly, "Alright."

Natalie Morgan was led into the visiting room.

She wasn’t particularly surprised to see Sean Lane.

’Besides Theodore Grant, he was probably the only one who would come to see her here.’

Sean Lane’s gaze fell heavily on the woman in the hospital gown, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

’She seems even thinner than before.’

Her already porcelain-white skin was now so pale it was almost translucent, as if devoid of all blood.

He could somewhat understand why Theodore Grant sent Thomas Morgan to Unity Hospital.

’But locking up Natalie Morgan too... the man was truly twisted.’

"Look at you! Look at how the man you were once desperate to marry is treating you!" Sean Lane, seized by a sudden rage, kicked over the stool in front of him.

Natalie Morgan looked at him calmly. "How did you know I was locked up here?"

"I called you to give you the evidence I found on Wanda Lynch, but Theodore Grant answered the phone."

After that, it was only natural that he found out Natalie Morgan had been put in Unity Hospital.

Sean Lane wasn’t exactly a good person himself.

But it was true that he liked Natalie Morgan.

It was just that his youthful affection carried a hint of the "if I can’t have you, I’ll destroy you" mentality.

That was what had led to his and Natalie Morgan’s relationship becoming what it was.

Looking at it now, Natalie Morgan’s decision to marry Theodore Grant was the worst one she could have made. She would have been better off marrying him; at least he wouldn’t have treated her like this.

"Do you want to leave this place? I can get you out," he said, his brow furrowed.