He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 103: Then Why Didn’t You Elope With Him?

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Then Why Didn’t You Elope With Him?

The Grant Residence.

Lucas Grant and Wanda Lynch met.

He had promised Wanda Lynch that if she transferred the Lynch Family’s ten-percent stake in the Riverden Department Store to him, he would ensure her engagement ceremony with Theodore Grant went off without a hitch.

Wanda Lynch agreed.

In her eyes, no matter how valuable the department store shares were, they were nothing compared to landing a cash cow like Theodore Grant.

Besides, the department store shares weren’t meant for her anyway. She was just using someone else’s gift to curry favor.

By getting on Lucas Grant’s good side, she would be able to hold her head higher in the Grant Family in the future.

Once he had the transfer agreement in hand, Lucas Grant also selected a venue for the engagement ceremony.

The date was even set for the eighteenth of this month.

"Thank you, Mr. Grant. I love the venue you’ve chosen for the engagement," Wanda Lynch said with a polite compliment.

Lucas Grant, still eyeing that piece of land owned by the Lynch family, was thoughtful toward Wanda Lynch. "We’ll be family soon enough. This is what a father should do."

"Mr. Grant, rest assured. I’ll be a Grant daughter-in-law soon, so what belongs to the Lynch family will naturally become the Grant family’s property." Wanda Lynch picked up the coffee pot and personally poured him a cup. "Which means, of course, that it will be yours."

Lucas Grant greatly appreciated Wanda Lynch’s savvy and tact.

In that respect, she was leagues better than Natalie Morgan.

"You, my dear, are truly the best fit for the Grant family, and for Theodore."

"Thank you for your approval, Mr. Grant."

...

「The Old Grant Estate.」

Claire Grant, who had been on a long business trip abroad, returned to the old estate with her suitcase in tow.

The very first thing she did upon her return was call Natalie Morgan.

’That’s strange. Why is her phone off?’

When the call wouldn’t go through, she called Theodore Grant instead.

"Theodore, I can’t reach Natalie. Her phone’s off, and she’s not at the office. What happened to her?"

"You just got back. Why are you looking for her instead of sleeping off your jet lag?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Claire Grant sensed something was off, and her voice immediately took on a worried, unhappy tone. "I’m looking for her to meet up, of course! Maybe grab a bite to eat. Is there something wrong with that?"

"I have a meeting to get to. We’ll talk later."

Theodore Grant hung up the phone.

Listening to the dial tone, Claire Grant was bewildered. ’What is going on?’

Clutching her phone, she turned to Helena Sullivan and asked in confusion, "Mom, is Theodore bullying Natalie again?"

"Just search the news online. You’ll find out."

Helena Sullivan shook her head helplessly.

She was so disappointed, she’d been losing sleep over it for days.

"What?" Claire Grant stared at the news on her phone about Theodore Grant and Wanda Lynch’s engagement, utterly stunned. "He’s really getting engaged to that Wanda Lynch? Has he lost his mind? He’s not even divorced yet, and he’s pulling something like this?"

It seemed so. Helena Sullivan had no control over her son.

"This might be for the best. Once Natalie leaves him, she can finally have some peace."

Unable to contact Natalie Morgan, Claire Grant could only worry helplessly. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

’Did he lock her up because he’s afraid she’ll cause a scene at his engagement ceremony?’ she wondered.

That was the only thing that made sense.

’Scum.’

’Absolute scum.’

The news of Theodore Grant’s upcoming engagement was causing a huge stir online.

Weller Kendall held a list detailing the media coverage. "Mr. Grant, these few outlets are raising the biggest ruckus. I looked into their shareholders, and there’s a common name behind them all: Lucas Grant. With your father’s support, it’s no wonder they’re so brazen."

"Then let them run wild. Once things get out of hand, we’ll catch them all in one fell swoop. Let’s see how long they can keep it up."

Weller Kendall nodded. "Yes, Mr. Grant."

"Let’s go. Come with me to Unity Hospital." He hadn’t been there in a long time. He’d heard Sean Lane had paid a visit a few days ago, and he was eager to know what that illegitimate son had said to his wife.

The gates of Unity Hospital slowly opened.

After the stately Rolls-Royce drove in, they closed heavily again.

Natalie Morgan was just as before, hugging her knees and staring into space.

When Theodore Grant walked in, she didn’t react at all.

He turned to the staff member who had entered with him and asked, "How is she doing physically?"

"She’s doing well. Her meals are prepared separately for Mrs. Grant, just as you requested. It’s just that her appetite isn’t very good, so she eats very little."

Theodore Grant’s eyes fell upon the woman’s thin back. With a flick of his finger, he dismissed the staff member.

"Why aren’t you eating? Is the food not to your liking?" he asked, walking over to loom above her.

Natalie Morgan said nothing.

She had no desire to speak to him.

She simply stared, lost in a daze, at the sparrows perched on the withered branches outside the window.

Watching them fly away and then return, as if they could never truly escape.

"So, Sean Lane came to see you? What did you two talk about?" he asked with great interest.

Natalie Morgan blinked her stinging eyes and finally lifted her eyelids to look at him. "He said he’s going to take me away from here."

Theodore Grant scoffed, as if mocking Sean Lane for his audacity.

"Then why didn’t you go with him?" His dark eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint within them. "Didn’t Mrs. Grant want to elope with him?"

"I’m not interested." Her cool eyes stared directly at him. "Unlike a certain Mr. Grant, who enjoys getting engaged to his mistress while he’s still married. I imagine all of Riverden must be laughing their heads off right now."

"Jealous? Or feeling bitter?" he sneered, his long, strong fingers tilting up her chin. "Isn’t Mrs. Grant always so poised and magnanimous? Why so petty all of a sudden?"

Natalie Morgan pulled her chin away, a hint of disgust in her eyes. "Bitter? Jealous? Mr. Grant, you really think too highly of yourself."

"Natalie Morgan, stop being so stubborn. If you’d just admit you were wrong, I could take you home right now." He leaned in, his lips almost brushing against hers. "Just be good."

"Whether I’m ’good’ or not, doesn’t that all depend on Mr. Grant’s mood?"

She looked at him, her eyes cold, but there seemed to be another unreadable, indescribable emotion in them that unsettled him.

His eyes darkened. "Natalie Morgan, you’ll never learn how to get along with me."

"And what if I do? If I learn, will Mr. Grant stop messing around with other women? If I learn, will Mr. Grant finally act like a normal husband?"

A scornful smile played on Natalie Morgan’s lips.

Her smile pierced him to the core.

His expression grew darker, turning as black as ink. "You’re the one who isn’t normal."

"The most abnormal thing about me is that I married you." She looked at the man before her, a bitter smile on her lips. "Theodore Grant, if I died one day, would you finally be free? You’d probably wake up laughing from your dreams, wouldn’t you?"

"I heard you’re getting engaged to Wanda Lynch. The venue is beautiful; I saw pictures and I love it." She gave a self-mocking laugh, her eyelashes trembling. "Theodore Grant, it’s not that you don’t know how to love. You just don’t know how to love me. Look at how you dote on Wanda Lynch, putting her on a pedestal."

"I often wonder... if I hadn’t been so shameless back then and insisted on marrying you, maybe we’d both be living happily in our own separate worlds. My parents would probably still be alive, and Thomas Morgan wouldn’t have gone mad. Don’t you think?"

"I started all of this. The pain, the torment, the consequences... I’ll bear it all. I accept it." She smiled as she looked into his eyes, the beauty mark beneath hers glistening like a tear. "I have my regrets, but they don’t matter anymore. It all began with me, and so it should end with me."