He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 11: She Won’t Survive

Natalie Morgan scrambled to her feet and jogged over to hand the food to the chef.

"It might be a little cold. You’ll have to heat it up," she said.

The chef didn’t say much.

Her phone buzzed once. A notification showed the order had been delivered.

Her delivery fee had arrived in her account.

Letting out a long sigh of relief, Natalie Morgan felt that the humiliation hadn’t been for nothing.

At least the outcome was good.

Inside the villa.

The birthday party was still underway.

Guests continued to arrive, and among them was Felix Finch.

He hadn’t wanted to come.

He couldn’t understand the mentality of a married man throwing a huge birthday party for another woman.

Even if they were planning to divorce, the divorce wasn’t final, was it?

"You and Wanda Lynch..."

"It’s her birthday today." He nonchalantly raised his glass, cutting off what Felix Finch was about to say.

Felix Finch wasn’t usually a talkative person, but for some reason, he felt compelled to say more today. "Doing this will give Natalie the wrong idea. After all, you two..."

"What? Has she told you she wants to divorce me?" he asked, feigning indifference but with a tone thick with jealousy as he shot the other man a sidelong glance. "It seems your relationship with her isn’t as simple as it appears on the surface."

Felix Finch frowned. Given his relationship with Theodore Grant, he shouldn’t be facing such accusations.

His voice turned icy. "My relationship with Natalie is completely platonic."

"Is that so?" he sneered.

Felix Finch had always known that Theodore Grant was not a magnanimous man.

He was a man with an intense possessiveness, someone who could be domineering and tyrannical.

To be frank, a man like that wasn’t suited for building a life with someone.

"I just want to remind you that the Old Master’s illness still requires the antibodies in Natalie’s blood. You’d best not do things that will make her misunderstand. It’s bad for your marital relationship, and how are you supposed to have a child then?"

Theodore Grant’s gaze darkened. "Are there no other options?"

"It’s not that there are none, but they aren’t viable," Felix Finch said.

Theodore Grant furrowed his brow and looked at him. "Tell me."

"We’d have to drain all of Natalie Morgan’s blood and do a full blood transfusion for the Old Master. The price... is that Natalie Morgan wouldn’t survive."

Fearing Theodore Grant might not fully grasp the implications, he added, "If she gets pregnant, we would only need to draw a single vial of blood to purify the antibodies."

As Mrs. Grant, she had an obligation to continue the family line.

Pregnancy was the simplest, safest, and most efficient solution, killing two birds with one stone.

He hoped Theodore Grant would understand.

Theodore Grant said nothing.

Wanda Lynch approached on her crutches, a smile blooming on her face. "Theodore, come blow out the candles with me."

He set down his wine glass and steadied Wanda Lynch. "Alright."

Felix Finch shook his head.

...

After parking her electric scooter in the community bike shed, Natalie Morgan finally headed home.

Serena Sutton was standing at her door, glancing at her watch.

"Where did you deliver to? I’ve been waiting for two hours!"

Natalie Morgan gave a faint smile. "It was a bit far. Why didn’t you go inside?"

"I can’t just use the spare key to let myself in every time."

"Don’t be like that with me." Natalie Morgan took out her key and opened the door. "Were you waiting for me for something important?"

Serena Sutton helped Natalie Morgan take off her raincoat. "I don’t think delivering food is a long-term solution for you. I found you a job."

"Really?"

If there was a stable job, she’d jump at the chance.

She just wondered who in Riverden would still dare to hire her.

"I have a friend who just opened a new art studio in Riverden. He needs a skilled and capable artist. I recommended you, and he was quite pleased."

’That sounds nice.’

But... she didn’t want to cause trouble for anyone else.

"Your friend... does he know about my relationship with Theodore Grant? I’m afraid..."

"My friend just got back from overseas. He doesn’t play by the local rules." Serena Sutton handed the contract to Natalie Morgan. "Here, I brought the contract with me. Take a look, and if it seems right, just sign it."

The opportunity had come so suddenly.

After the initial happy surprise, Natalie Morgan couldn’t help but feel a little wistful. "The terms are great, it’s just..."

"What are you afraid of?" Serena Sutton took out a cigarette, placed it between her lips, and bent her head to light it. Her long, slender fingers holding the cigarette had a sort of alluring yet detached beauty.

She took a drag, slowly exhaling a cloud of gray-white smoke. "Does Theodore Grant really think he can blot out the sky with one hand?"

"But he’s your friend, after all."

Serena Sutton offered a pen to Natalie Morgan. "He doesn’t have much that Theodore Grant can hold over him. Don’t worry."

"Then... I’ll sign it?"

"Mhm."

After the contract was signed, Serena Sutton took it back.

She picked up her phone and sent Natalie Morgan a location. "Go there tomorrow. Someone will be there to meet you."

"Thank you, Claire."

"If you’re polite with me again, I’ll get angry." Serena Sutton stubbed out her cigarette, put the contract away, and stood up. "I’ll head back now. You get some rest, drink some ginger tea to work up a sweat so you don’t catch a cold."

"Okay."

Clutching the contract, Serena Sutton quickly returned to her car.

She rubbed her phone in her palm for a good while before finally dialing a number. "Nattie signed it."

"Good." A man’s voice came from the other end of the line.

"Sean Lane, I’m not doing this for you. I just can’t stand to see Nattie suffer."

Serena Sutton didn’t know if she was doing the right thing.

’Perhaps, when Natalie Morgan finds out the truth, she’ll resent me.’

’I can accept that.’

The man on the other end was silent for a moment. "Understood."

Serena Sutton hung up the phone.

She lifted her gaze to a window on the third floor...

「The next day.」

Natalie Morgan went to the art studio Serena Sutton had told her about.

A very young girl greeted her.

"Our studio’s main clients are students preparing for their university entrance exams. We provide targeted training to improve their painting skills so they can get good scores on the joint arts exam." The young girl smiled, revealing two cute little fangs. "You’re a graduate of Riverden University’s Academy of Fine Arts, so you’ll be very popular with the students."

"Really?" ’I never knew I could be popular.’

"You can start working today. In a little while, some students will come to register. You can choose one-on-one, one-on-three, or one-on-five sessions. The commission is just different for each."

Natalie Morgan nodded, looking around the studio.

"Is the owner not here?"

She didn’t see any sign of the owner, which made her feel a little uneasy. Besides, she wanted to thank him in person for giving her this opportunity.

"The owner doesn’t come in often. Seeing him is a matter of luck."

’So that’s how it is.’

The young girl then told her about a few things to keep in mind at work.

And with that, her hiring process was complete.

Natalie Morgan spent three days getting the hang of the workflow.

Compared to a typical training center, this place was relatively high-end. All the instructors were top graduates from prestigious universities.

Everyone got along well.

When her shift ended, Natalie Morgan would stay a little later to clean up the studio.

"I’m heading out, Ms. Morgan."

"Goodbye."

After she finished tidying up, Natalie Morgan turned off the lights and locked the studio door. As she turned around, a low-key, ink-black sedan was parked in front of her.

She froze for a second.