He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 111: She Finally Disappeared From His World

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: She Finally Disappeared From His World

Theodore Grant’s car had just left the Grant Residence.

Natalie Morgan sat up in bed.

She was in her pajamas, watching the taillights recede into the distance with a strange sense of elation.

A white sweater, a pair of stonewashed jeans, sneakers, and a slim-fit down jacket.

She even made a point to wear the pearl earrings Theodore Grant had given her.

Dressing as if she were going for a morning run, she went downstairs.

"Ma’am, you’re up so early? I’ll prepare breakfast right away," the butler said respectfully.

Natalie Morgan stretched and gave an exaggerated yawn. "I’m going to go for a quick run first."

"Ma’am, it’s so cold outside. Your health..."

"Exercise is the key to good health." Natalie Morgan bounced on the spot twice, then jogged easily out of the Grant Residence.

「Nine in the morning.」

The engagement ceremony that had all of Riverden abuzz was held as scheduled.

Wanda Lynch, dressed in a couture cocktail dress and wearing a tiara, basked in the envious and congratulatory gazes of the guests.

Riverden’s media came out in full force, sensationally blanketing the city with coverage that portrayed the grand event as a happy new Chapter for Theodore Grant, a rebirth after his divorce.

With rampant exaggeration and embellishment, the engagement ceremony became Riverden’s premier high-society event.

But mixed in with the numerous news reports about the engagement was one about a horrific car crash.

The crash scene was a mangled wreck, with fire trucks, ambulances, and a victim covered by a white sheet.

Weller Kendall sat on the sofa, his fingers scrolling absently across his phone screen.

His eyes were drawn to the car crash report, and he clicked on it instinctively.

He zoomed in, then zoomed in again...

It wasn’t very clear.

So he opened the on-site news report.

"A tragic car accident occurred in our city today. The victim was a woman in her twenties who was struck by an out-of-control vehicle while on a morning run. She was killed instantly. We found an ID card in the deceased’s pocket... The name is Natalie Morgan. We ask the family of Natalie Morgan to please contact the police immediately."

’Natalie Morgan died in a car crash?’

Weller Kendall shot up from the sofa.

’This has to be some kind of sick joke, right?’

With trembling fingers, he called the TV station to verify the report.

The station told him the person had died on the spot and had been taken to a nearby hospital, and that the family should go handle the arrangements as soon as possible.

Weller Kendall was in a daze.

’Natalie Morgan... is really dead?’

Clutching his phone, he was frantic with worry. He practically ran into the engagement ceremony and found Theodore Grant in the crowd.

"Mr. Grant, something terrible has happened." Weller Kendall’s voice trembled with anxiety, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to break the news.

Theodore Grant’s brows furrowed. He looked at the usually composed man who now appeared flustered, and a sense of unease rose in his chest. "What happened?"

Weller Kendall took a deep breath and tried to speak as concisely and clearly as possible. "It’s your wife. She was in a car accident."

"A car accident?" Theodore Grant’s heart sank, as if squeezed by an invisible hand. "Where is she now? How is she? Is she hurt?"

Weller Kendall’s throat felt as if it were blocked. After a long moment, he managed to force out a few words: "She’s... gone."

Theodore Grant froze on the spot, as if he’d been struck by lightning.

He couldn’t believe his ears. His mind went blank, and his voice trembled so much he could barely form a coherent sentence.

"What did you say? She’s... gone? What does that mean?"

Weller Kendall gave a hesitant, complicated nod. "Mr. Grant, your wife was taken to the hospital. Perhaps... you should go see for yourself."

Theodore Grant found the news absurd, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh.

His eyes were bloodshot. He moved his lips, but his throat was so tight with emotion that he was nearly speechless.

"Theodore, Dad wants you to come over and make a toast." A sweet smile on her face, Wanda Lynch gently placed her hand on Theodore Grant’s arm.

The man flinched as if he’d been electrocuted and violently threw her hand off.

He took two steps back, turned, and strode briskly toward the exit.

Weller Kendall immediately followed after him.

"Theodore, what’s wrong? Did something happen?" Wanda Lynch called after him, utterly bewildered. When no one answered, she stomped her foot in frustration and muttered, "Where on earth is he going? So strange."

「In the hospital morgue.」

The woman, covered by a white sheet, lay there quietly.

Theodore Grant’s knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed.

Felix Finch, who had already arrived, reached out to steady him. "My condolences."

"She’s... dead?" His eyes were red, refusing to believe it. "No, she must be tricking me. When I left this morning, she said she would wait for me to come back... No way. This has to be a prank."

"Mr. Grant, please calm down." Weller Kendall tried to support him, but Theodore shoved him away and rushed to the gurney, yanking back the white sheet.

The woman’s face and body were covered in blood.

The blood on her forehead had already congealed. Her face and lips had the pallor of death.

"Mr. Grant, don’t look." Weller Kendall covered her with the white sheet again.

Theodore Grant shook his head and staggered back a few steps until his back slammed into the hard wall. All the strength instantly drained from his body, and he slid down to the cold floor.

"Natalie Morgan, who the fuck gave you permission to die? Who... gave you permission? Who?!"

Felix Finch slowly walked over, crouched down to his level, and held something out to him.

"The doctor just gave this to me. It’s Natalie’s. You should keep it."

It was the pair of pearl earrings he had given to Natalie Morgan.

Theodore Grant stared blankly, that invisible hand squeezing his heart again, the pain excruciating.

He reached out a trembling hand, took the blood-stained earrings, and clenched them tightly in his palm.

"Why are you here?" He raised his tear-filled eyes to his old friend and grabbed him by the collar. "Felix Finch, my wife is dead. What right do you have to be here?"

"You weren’t the only one who saw the news." Felix Finch gripped Theodore Grant’s wrist and pulled it away. "Theodore Grant, don’t you think this is the best possible ending? At least, it is for Natalie."

Felix Finch let out a slow breath and stood up. "Theodore, do you think Natalie was happy? She lived in constant threat and fear. She was always walking on eggshells. She wanted a divorce, but you wouldn’t let her go. Now that she’s dead, completely vanished from your world, tell me... isn’t she happy?"

"Everything is back to square one. Just pretend... she never entered your world in the first place."

Felix Finch clapped Theodore Grant on the shoulder and left.

His voice still echoed in the room.

A police officer approached, and Weller Kendall went to find out what was going on.

"Mr. Grant, the police officer said... your wife’s death wasn’t actually an accident."

Theodore Grant’s eyes were red-rimmed. "Then what... was it?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"The police investigation says that... your wife ran into the path of that car. The driver couldn’t brake in time and hit her directly. It was... suicide."

He suddenly laughed.

Tears streamed from his eyes. "Suicide?"

Weller Kendall helped Theodore Grant up from the floor.

"Mr. Grant, the floor is cold. You still have to handle your wife’s funeral arrangements. You need to be strong."

The impact of Natalie Morgan’s suicide was like an atomic bomb, blowing Theodore Grant to smithereens, leaving him a mangled, bloody mess.

’Just how desperate must she have been to choose to end her own life on a morning like this?’