He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 133: So Mr. Grant Is This Despicable

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: So Mr. Grant Is This Despicable

"Me?" he scoffed, finding the conclusion utterly ridiculous. "Why would I make him say that? What’s in it for me? Natalie Morgan, can you please stop being so biased against me?"

He was furious.

But he couldn’t bring himself to lash out.

"I don’t believe he’s that kind of person."

She shook her head. Her father was a family man who loved his wife and child. How could he be someone like that?

She suddenly grabbed the front of Theodore Grant’s shirt, her eyes trembling. "What on earth did you do to him to make him like this?"

"What he’s become has nothing to do with me. I wasn’t the one who reported him back then, and I wasn’t the one who helped him pull his disappearing act. Natalie Morgan..." He gripped her shoulders tightly, hoping she would calm down. "...I’m a victim too. I was framed."

"Who would have nothing better to do than to frame you?"

Natalie Morgan shoved the man away.

She had just asked Maxwell Morgan who reported him all those years ago.

He said it himself: it was Theodore Grant.

He said the contents of the USB drive Sean Lane gave her were also real.

That Theodore Grant had orchestrated this whole farce himself.

’And here he was, still playing the victim.’

"Theodore Grant, how can you lie with such a straight face? My dad told me everything. It was you. You were the one who reported him back then, piling on a bunch of fabricated charges, and you still won’t admit it."

Theodore Grant was stunned.

He never thought Maxwell Morgan would spout such nonsense about what had happened.

He never expected him to twist the truth like this.

It left him unable to defend himself.

"Well, did he tell you who sent him to Yarrow back then?"

Natalie Morgan’s face was cold. "He did. It was Felix Finch."

At the mention of this, Natalie Morgan’s contempt for the despicable man before her grew. ’We’re all human, so why is one person so kind while he’s so evil?’

"If Felix Finch hadn’t stepped in to help, my dad would have probably been destroyed by you long ago." Natalie Morgan’s voice was filled with resentment.

Theodore Grant suddenly laughed.

’Felix Finch is a real master at twisting the truth.’

"So, you think everything your dad told you about his current situation was just something I fabricated out of thin air?"

he retorted, his eyes revealing his disappointment in her and a hint of pity for himself.

"I have the right to be suspicious."

The helpless smile vanished from his lips. He reached out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. "Natalie Morgan, do you really trust Felix Finch that much? Where’s your reason? Your judgment? Where’s your brain?"

His voice was low, laced with a barely perceptible anger.

"If I don’t trust him, am I supposed to... trust you?" she sneered.

"Can’t you just trust me once?" he asked, his gaze almost pleading. "Just once."

She swatted his rough hand away, rose to her feet, and glared at him with cold contempt. "You’re not worthy of trust, nor do you deserve mine."

She turned to leave.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist. "If you think I’m deceiving you, I can go with you to Yarrow and we can see what the truth really is."

"Is Mr. Grant planning to stage another play for me in advance?" Natalie Morgan found it laughable, her tone even more disdainful. "Do you really think I’m an idiot?"

He sighed helplessly.

He knew it. From the moment she faked her death and escaped, she had been prepared to never see him again for the rest of her life.

She was completely disillusioned with him.

Winning back her trust would be next to impossible.

"I mean it," he said, his gaze deep and sincere as he looked into her eyes.

The woman gave a contemptuous laugh. "Do you even have a sincere bone in your body?"

He admitted that he had been a real bastard in the past.

But he had repented every single day since losing her.

"Natalie."

"Theodore Grant, don’t call me that." The sound of it made her sick. "What right do you have to call me that?"

Back then, at her first meeting with Theodore Grant.

She had joyfully introduced herself to him.

"Hello, I’m Natalie Morgan. You can call me Natalie, it’s a bit more friendly." Just as she was about to mention that they had met before, the man had cut her off coldly. "Natalie? Are we that close?"

She had felt so embarrassed at the time.

It was just a name. He really didn’t have to be so... hurtful.

’Has he forgotten all of that?’

No, Theodore Grant hadn’t forgotten.

Three years ago, he didn’t have a chance to make amends.

Now, he wanted to win back everything they had lost, bit by bit.

"We’re still husband and wife. Is there anything wrong with me calling you that?"

"Theodore Grant, stop being so disgusting. Husband and wife? Natalie Morgan died three years ago. I’m Willow Childs now, a widow with a child. I’m not your wife."

She wrenched her wrist free from his large hand.

She rubbed it gently and took two steps back, looking at him heartlessly. "Don’t get any funny ideas. We were over three years ago. Getting back together is impossible."

"I can get your identity back." It wasn’t a difficult task.

"And then what?" She gave a disappointed, sneering smile. "Use the title of Mrs. Grant to trap me in the Grant Family for the rest of my life, letting you torment and humiliate me as you please? Is that it?"

He shook his head, denying everything she imagined. "No."

"Then what is it? Don’t tell me Mr. Grant has a thing for widows and raising other people’s children?" She curled her lip in disdain, looking at him with utter contempt. "So Mr. Grant is that pathetic."

He didn’t speak.

It seemed she had hit the nail on the head.

A man as fastidious as him about such matters was actually willing to accept that she had married another man and borne his child, all for her sake.

He’d gone mad.

Pathetically mad.

Seeing Theodore Grant remain silent, Natalie Morgan took two steps back and turned to walk out.

Weller Kendall had just returned and bowed respectfully to her. "Miss Childs."

"You’re no better than him," she shot him a glare.

Weller Kendall was speechless.

’So I’m the collateral damage in their fight?’

After a brief pause, Weller Kendall walked steadily inside and said softly, "Mr. Grant."

"Is he gone?" he asked without looking up, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Weller Kendall answered truthfully, "I’ve arranged for him to be sent back to Yarrow. Did he say anything he wasn’t supposed to? Mrs. Grant looked a bit off. Did something unpleasant happen between you two?"

"Maxwell Morgan turned on me." Theodore Grant gave a helpless twist of his lips and shook his head.

Weller Kendall was taken aback. "Turned on you? If we had known he’d do that, we wouldn’t have sent him away."

"I suspect he was threatened," Theodore Grant said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He gently stubbed out the cigarette he had only taken a single puff from and turned his gaze to Weller Kendall. "Felix Finch must have gotten to him before we did."

"Are you saying Felix Finch used his wife and child as leverage to pressure him into not telling Mrs. Grant the truth?"

’That Felix Finch is a seriously calculating character.’

’How did I never notice before? Was he just that good of an actor?’

’At this rate, it’ll be impossible for Theodore Grant to ever clear his name in Natalie Morgan’s eyes.’

"And you know what’s even more infuriating? She even suspects I had something to do with Maxwell Morgan starting a new family in Yarrow..." Theodore Grant’s voice was filled with deep helplessness.

"Mr. Grant, I suspect Mrs. Grant will probably go to Yarrow to find the truth for herself. She won’t give up otherwise. That Felix Finch fellow is probably still in Yarrow. Should we make a trip there as well?"