He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 131: Don’t Be So Heartless

Natalie Morgan’s face was icy, as if coated in frost. "It’s hard to say."

"If you’re going to ask for a favor, you should at least act like it. Why don’t you give me a smile?" the man said, looking at her with a grin.

Natalie Morgan struggled to suppress her inner anxiety and frustration, trying her best to keep her voice calm. "Theodore Grant, just tell me straight. Can you do it or not?"

"I can, but you’ll have to wait until I’ve recovered from my injury." He reached out, took her hand in his, and didn’t let go. "If you’re willing to stay here and take care of me, I think I’ll recover a bit faster."

A hint of cunning laced his voice, as if he were deliberately teasing her.

She was utterly disgusted and yanked her hand back.

She used too much force, forgetting how weak he was. His entire body tumbled off the hospital bed.

A loud THUD made Natalie Morgan flinch.

He must have torn his wound open when he fell. Fresh blood from his abdomen instantly soaked through the clean white gauze. The startling red was a shocking sight.

The man clenched his jaw, his brows tightly knit.

Natalie Morgan watched it all unfold with cold indifference, feeling not a ripple of emotion. In fact, she found the scene immensely satisfying, as if she were witnessing him receive his just deserts.

"Can you help me up?" he pleaded in a low, weak voice.

She remained unmoved. Instead, she took a step back and looked down on him with cold eyes. "Helping you up is the nurse’s job. I have no such obligation."

"Please, help me," he begged again.

"No."

Her refusal was absolute and sharp. His pain was none of her concern.

"Don’t be so heartless." He looked at her with such expectation, holding out his hand.

Still, she coldly refused him. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

She had long since grown to despise this man who was always trying to bargain with her.

Shaking her head, she took another two steps back.

As he struggled to get up, she thought she heard the sound of stitches ripping.

Just then, the nurse came in...

"He fell on the floor, and you didn’t even help him up? His wound must have split open again, hasn’t it?" The nurse helped Theodore struggle up from the floor and onto the bed, laying him down flat. She then turned to Natalie Morgan. "I’m talking to you. What kind of grudge do you have against him that you wouldn’t even offer a hand?"

Natalie Morgan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Theodore Grant clutched his bleeding wound and explained on her behalf, "I’m too heavy. She isn’t strong enough."

"I’ll go get a doctor to take a look." The nurse quickly left the hospital room.

Seeing the gauze on his abdomen soaked through with blood, Natalie Morgan turned and left the room as well.

Felix Finch called and asked Natalie Morgan where she had gone.

She lied, then hailed a cab home.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she unlocked the door. The man followed her inside. "Claire called me. She said you were in trouble."

’Serena Sutton must have told Felix Finch about me stabbing Theodore Grant.’

’I forgot to tell her not to say anything about it.’

"He’s not dead, so there shouldn’t be any trouble."

"How could you be so impulsive?" he asked, looking at her with concern. "If Theodore Grant decides to press the issue, it won’t be easy to handle."

"I’ll take responsibility for my own actions." She slipped off her shoes and hung up her bag.

She went straight into the living room.

Serena Sutton had picked up Momo, so the house felt cold and empty. The only signs of life were her toys, which were strewn everywhere.

Felix Finch bent down slightly and started helping her tidy up. "Don’t worry. I’ll figure out a way to let you and your father see each other."

"Mm." She didn’t mention that she had gone to see Theodore Grant.

"Hey, actually... there’s something else. I’m not sure if I should tell you."

Natalie Morgan looked at him, surprised. "What is it?"

"Back then, your parents’ inheritance... the one they didn’t have time to change the beneficiary for. It’s all in your name, right?"

Natalie Morgan nodded. It was all in her name. ’But they probably meant to leave it to Wanda Lynch, not to me.’

’I heard Wanda Lynch went missing.’

’The inheritance documents and everything should still be with the lawyer.’

"Why do you ask?" she asked, confused.

"I heard that after you left, Theodore Grant took over the entire inheritance the Lynch Family left to you." Felix Finch pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and said with a hint of resignation, "He did it legally, in his capacity as your husband. You probably won’t be able to get it back."

’That’s not surprising. A man like Theodore Grant has his methods.’ "I understand."

Felix Finch was surprised by Natalie Morgan’s composure. "Do you need my help? I can hire the best lawyers for you."

"No, thank you. I can handle it myself," she replied, calmly declining his kind offer.

"All right. But if you need me, just let me know. You know better than anyone what kind of man Theodore Grant is. Dealing with him might be difficult."

Natalie Morgan just gave a slight nod. "Felix, now that Theodore Grant knows who I am, you shouldn’t get involved anymore. It won’t do you or the Finch Family any good."

’Felix Finch had helped her before.’

’She didn’t want him to target the Finch Family because of her.’

But Felix Finch didn’t seem concerned. "If I were afraid of that, I wouldn’t have helped you in the first place."

’She knew.’

’But Theodore Grant was a madman. It was best not to provoke him.’

...

Theodore Grant was transferred to the Grant Group’s hospital in Riverden for intensive treatment.

Meanwhile, Weller Kendall also brought Maxwell Morgan to Riverden.

"Weller, call Natalie Morgan and tell her..." He had promised to let her see Maxwell Morgan. "...tell her to come to Riverden to see her father."

"Mr. Grant, what if Maxwell Morgan spouts nonsense when he sees Mrs. Grant...?"

"If he wants to leave here, he won’t spout nonsense." He was confident about that. "Besides," he added, "she has a right to know the truth."

Weller Kendall’s gaze deepened. ’But will she believe it?’

Following Theodore Grant’s instructions,

Weller Kendall contacted Natalie Morgan and asked her to come to Riverden.

Three years later, standing in the familiar living room of the Grant Residence, she felt a wave of emotion.

’This place hasn’t changed much. It still feels just as oppressive.’

’It’s almost exactly the same as when I left.’

There were far fewer servants in the house.

The plants and flowers in the courtyard looked like they hadn’t been tended to in a long time; many had withered and died.

Theodore Grant sauntered leisurely down the stairs. He wore only a loose-fitting pajama top, its collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined pectoral muscles and the faint outline of gauze underneath, adding an air of untamed mystery.

He looked up and saw the woman standing by the door. A faint smile touched his lips. "You’re here."

His voice was gentle and light, carrying a clear note of pleasure.

"Where’s my father?" she asked, her gaze cold.

"What’s the hurry? Have a seat. Weller has gone to get him."

Theodore Grant chuckled and descended the last few steps. His tone was light, as if he were placating an impatient child.

Natalie Morgan didn’t move.

She stood there perfectly still, indifferent to her surroundings.

He walked over to her and tilted his head, his voice low and magnetic. "This is your home. Why so formal?"

"Theodore Grant, stop beating around the bush," Natalie Morgan said, her voice filled with impatience.

He let out a heavy, resigned sigh. "I know I’ve done a lot of things wrong in the past. I understand if you can’t forgive me right away."