He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 108: Putting the Stud Earrings on Her Delicate Earlobe

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Putting the Stud Earrings on Her Delicate Earlobe

"I heard it’s... the sixth of next month."

The sixth of next month. That was about twenty-something days away.

She needed to find a chance to meet with Serena Sutton and Felix Finch.

Just then, Theodore Grant strode in.

He was holding a small, exquisite gift bag with a luxury brand’s logo on it.

He casually held the bag out to Natalie Morgan, a faint smile on his face. "Here, this is for you."

Natalie Morgan froze for a moment, not immediately reaching out to take it.

Seeing this, he pushed the bag toward her again, his voice gentle. "Take it."

Only then did Natalie Morgan slowly extend her hand and accept the gift bag.

He watched her quietly, motioning with his eyes for her to open it.

"Open it and see."

She opened the box.

Inside was a pair of pearl stud earrings.

They were small and delicate, radiating a soft luster like brilliant stars.

"Do you like them?" he asked softly.

Natalie Morgan still didn’t respond.

He gently took the pearl studs from the exquisite box, raised his hand, and carefully put them on her small earlobes. His movements were elegant and gentle.

"Yes, they suit you."

Natalie Morgan seemed unimpressed. She raised her hand to take the earrings off. "I don’t like wearing things like this."

His hand shot out and lightly gripped her wrist.

"Don’t move. Leave them on."

His almost commanding tone held a trace of repulsive arrogance.

Natalie Morgan furrowed her brow.

She didn’t argue with him further.

"Go change your clothes. You’re coming with me to the old family home." Perhaps fearing she would refuse, he quickly added, "Mom specifically said for you to come along for dinner."

’Dinner at the old family home?’

In their two years of marriage, Natalie Morgan had never once returned to the old family home for a meal with Theodore Grant.

’Is something special happening?’

Natalie Morgan didn’t ask.

She just went to change her clothes.

Then she left with Theodore Grant.

Theodore Grant seemed dissatisfied with her outfit. "In a few days, I’ll have the managers from some womenswear boutiques come to the house. You can pick out some clothes you like."

Natalie Morgan understood.

’He thinks my clothes are too shabby and embarrassing for him.’

"If Mr. Grant has a special requirement, just bring the clothes. I’ll wear them. There’s no need to waste the money." Natalie Morgan’s tone was icy and laced with disdain.

Theodore Grant’s dark gaze fell on the side of her face. "As Mrs. Grant, isn’t it your duty to dress appropriately?"

"I’m not the one who usually accompanies Mr. Grant to social functions. Who would I be dressing so appropriately for?" She gave him a cool glance before looking away. "I don’t think Mom will care what I’m wearing."

Theodore Grant was left speechless and fuming.

He said no more.

Natalie Morgan closed her eyes as well, resting in silence.

The old family home was exceptionally quiet today.

Natalie Morgan followed Theodore Grant inside. A tense atmosphere filled the enormous living room.

Lucas Grant was back.

It seemed something major was happening.

The household staff were busy bringing dinner to the table. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Helena Sullivan was fiddling with her Buddha Beads, not saying a word.

After all the dishes were served.

Lucas Grant cleared his throat and began to speak.

"I’ve called you all back today because I have something important to announce."

Helena Sullivan suddenly put down her Buddha Beads and looked up at her husband.

Lucas Grant turned his face away, avoiding her gaze, and continued, "I’ve decided to divorce your mother."

His words sent shockwaves through the room.

Claire Grant was so shocked she was speechless.

Theodore Grant’s brow also furrowed slightly.

Helena Sullivan wasn’t very surprised. She just watched calmly as Lucas Grant announced the matter so casually, and she accepted it peacefully.

"Mom, Dad said he wants to divorce you? Did you two discuss it?" Claire Grant asked Helena Sullivan.

She shook her head, but she showed little emotion.

It seemed she had been waiting for this day, a day that had taken thirty years to arrive—long enough for her hair to turn white.

"Mom, do you agree then?"

Helena Sullivan nodded, her expression still as placid as water. "I agree."

Claire Grant turned to Lucas Grant, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Dad, you’re divorcing Mom, and since she agrees, we have no objections. But you have to give us some details on how this divorce will happen, right?"

"The old house, the savings, the cars, the properties—I don’t want anything that’s in your mother’s name. The companies and stocks in my name, I won’t be splitting those either..." Only then did he look directly at Helena Sullivan. "Sullivan, is that acceptable to you?"

Helena Sullivan gave a small, soft laugh.

She picked up her Buddha Beads again, rolling them in her hand, and slowly closed her eyes. "Draw up the agreement and bring it to me. I’ll sign."

"Dad, are you going to marry that little starlet?"

Claire Grant knew she shouldn’t ask any more, but she just felt it was unfair to Helena Sullivan.

Being a daughter-in-law in the Grant family for thirty years had not been easy. Grandpa had just passed away, and here he was, eager to get rid of the old and bring in the new—divorcing his wife to marry another. Was this something a human being was even capable of?

"That’s none of your business. Since your mother has agreed, I’ll have the lawyer draft the agreement as soon as possible." Lucas Grant stood up and glanced at his watch. "I have somewhere to be. You all go ahead and eat."

She watched Lucas Grant leave so nonchalantly, then looked at the grave expressions on the Grant siblings.

In contrast, Natalie Morgan actually felt a little happy for Helena Sullivan.

’She must have wanted to divorce Lucas Grant long ago. It’s just that she’d grown accustomed to a life without him, so whether they were divorced or not made no difference to her daily life.’

’It was just the title of Mrs. Grant.’

’What did it matter if she had it? What did it matter if she didn’t?’

’She... was finally free.’

Natalie Morgan raised her teacup. "Mom, congratulations on escaping that scumbag. From now on, you’re Ms. Sullivan, no longer some Mrs. Grant."

Natalie Morgan was happy for Helena Sullivan, genuinely happy.

Raising her hand, she drained her cup of tea.

"What are you getting involved for?" Theodore Grant stared at her face, displeased. "And offering congratulations, no less."

"A marriage without love can never be happy. Divorce is a good thing." She curled her lip, her eyes meeting Theodore Grant’s, but they held not a single trace of warmth.

He felt a knot of frustration in his chest.

His eyes darkened ominously.

"Theodore, if you and Natalie truly can’t get along, then you should get a divorce too. You’re both still young. You don’t have to be like me. How many thirty-year periods does a woman have to wait in her lifetime?"

Helena Sullivan’s gaze was serene yet profound. She looked at her son quietly, her voice calm but tinged with an imperceptible sigh of emotion.

Claire Grant had always been blunt. Hearing her mother’s words, she chimed in, "I think so too. Some things should have ended long ago, but they just drag on. Theodore, since you don’t love Natalie, why do you keep dragging this out and not get a divorce?"

"You think she and I should divorce?" He turned his head slightly, his pupils constricting as his gaze fell on Natalie Morgan’s cold profile. He spoke icily, "What? Did you find some people to plead your case for you?"

Natalie Morgan offered no reply.

Claire Grant really couldn’t stand Theodore Grant’s attitude toward Natalie Morgan.

She took a deep breath, unable to stop herself from trying to persuade him. "Theodore, you’re misunderstanding Natalie. She didn’t ask us to be her mouthpieces; we just can’t stand to watch this anymore. If you still want to have a good life with Natalie, then please, decisively cut ties with Wanda Lynch. If you don’t want to continue this marriage, then just end it cleanly and get a divorce."