He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 24: You Need a Reason to Hit Me

Felix Finch didn’t deny it. "I was."

"Get out here."

Theodore Grant grabbed Felix Finch by the collar and dragged him out of the hospital room.

The two of them went up to the rooftop.

Just as Theodore Grant swung a fist at him, Felix raised a hand and caught it.

"If you’re going to hit me, you should at least give me a reason, right?"

His eyes were dark as ink.

Theodore Grant was growing more and more volatile, so much so that Felix could barely recognize him anymore.

"You like her?"

"So helping her with an injury means I like her?" Felix couldn’t comprehend Theodore Grant’s twisted mentality. "Theodore Grant, everyone has normal social interactions. Her hand was so badly injured. As her husband, shouldn’t you have been the first one to get her medical attention?"

"Are you trying to tell me you exercised a husband’s rights on my behalf?" he growled, grinding his teeth as veins bulged on his temples.

"I was simply exercising a doctor’s rights."

Felix realized he couldn’t get through to Theodore Grant right now.

He turned to leave.

Then, as if remembering something, Felix looked back. "If you love her, then treat her well. If you don’t, then let her go."

Felix Finch didn’t return to the hospital room.

The old master had already been picked up by the Grant family.

Helena Sullivan and Natalie Morgan walked out of the inpatient department and chatted for a few moments at the entrance.

"Theodore isn’t good to you, is he?"

Natalie couldn’t answer.

Helena Sullivan sighed. "I’ve been married into this family for thirty years. Lucas Grant had one mistress after another, an illegitimate son here, an illegitimate daughter there. If it weren’t for Theodore, I would have divorced him long ago."

She took Natalie Morgan’s hand and patted it gently. "You’re still young, and you don’t have children tying you down. If you ever want to leave, Mom won’t stand in your way."

Natalie was touched.

Her eyes welled with tears. "Mom, thank you for understanding."

"We’re both women. Mom knows you can’t be happy in a family like this. Not unless you have a man who truly loves you. Otherwise..."

She shook her head.

’There’s no more hope for me in this lifetime.’

’But Natalie still has a chance.’

Helena Sullivan looked at Natalie Morgan’s young, beautiful face and saw a reflection of her younger self.

Back then, she too had married Lucas Grant, full of love and affection.

But he didn’t love her, nor was he faithful.

She waited and endured, year after year, until her hair turned white, but she never managed to see Lucas Grant change his ways.

She no longer held any hope for change.

Theodore Grant walked over, his face terrifyingly grim. When he saw his mother, however, he tried to school his ugly expression. "Mom, I’ll have someone take you home."

"No need, my driver is waiting." Helena Sullivan released Natalie Morgan’s hand. "I’ll be heading back, then. Remember to change your dressing regularly."

"I will, Mom."

She watched Helena Sullivan leave.

Just as Natalie Morgan turned to go, Theodore Grant grabbed her by the shoulder. "Natalie Morgan, it must have felt nice being taken care of by Felix Finch, huh?"

"Taken care of how?" She didn’t understand.

"The injury on your hand, wasn’t he the one who treated it?"

’So that’s what this is about.’ "He’s a doctor. Shouldn’t he have been the one to treat it? You call that being ’taken care of’?"

Natalie Morgan’s lips curled into a scornful sneer.

She pushed Theodore Grant away. "I have to get to work. I’m leaving."

His expression went blank, as if something in his chest was slowly being pulled away.

He turned and took a few quick steps to catch up with her. "Natalie Morgan, is this your attitude towards me?"

She looked at him calmly. "What kind of attitude would Mr. Grant prefer?"

"Did you sleep with Felix Finch?"

She let out a soft scoff but didn’t refute his words. It seemed there was no point in arguing.

’He can think whatever he wants.’

...

Back at the restaurant after leaving the hospital.

Natalie Morgan continued to work diligently.

Theodore Grant didn’t show up for a long time.

She heard that he had taken Wanda Lynch abroad for treatment on her leg.

「A few days later.」

Serena Sutton asked her out to eat.

The conversation turned to Wanda Lynch.

"I have a friend who’s a doctor at that hospital. I heard her surgery failed again."

In contrast to Serena Sutton’s flat tone, Natalie Morgan was a bit stunned. "It failed again?"

"I heard there’s little to no chance of recovery. Her attending physician said that besides her leg, they could treat her other issues to make her like a normal person—for example, a heart transplant, a kidney transplant."

’Finding a kidney donor is possible, but finding a matching heart is much harder.’

’Though with Theodore Grant’s financial resources, it probably wouldn’t be a huge problem as long as he was willing to spend the money.’

Natalie Morgan lowered her head, biting her straw as her mind drifted.

Serena Sutton said, "He’s using your joint marital assets to pay for Wanda Lynch’s treatment. When you divorce, all of that has to be accounted for."

Her fingertips tightened around the glass. "He’ll never give me a single cent of his money, and I don’t want it anyway."

"Whether he wants to share it is his problem. But he still has to abide by the law." Serena Sutton handed Natalie Morgan a business card. "I contacted a lawyer from abroad who specializes in divorce cases. He’ll be in the country in a few days, and you two can get in touch then."

Natalie Morgan froze for a moment, then took the business card and glanced at it.

It was a lawyer from a well-known firm, but he was Chinese. "He must be expensive, right?"

"Don’t you worry about it. You can pay me back when you get Theodore Grant’s money."

"Thank you, Serena."

Natalie Morgan put the card away and took another sip of her juice. "I have work this afternoon, so I should get going."

"Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will."

Natalie Morgan went to the restaurant.

She no longer played her instrument in a hanfu, having switched to a qipao.

Because her figure was so stunning, she often drew lingering gazes from some of the customers.

After Theodore Grant’s friends caused a scene once, the owner had stopped letting her perform in the private rooms.

After setting up her instrument,

Natalie Morgan began her work professionally.

Some customers would give tips.

The owner had even set up a special tipping feature on a webpage.

On a good day, the tips alone could be a considerable amount.

After her performance, the owner came over and told her, "A customer just tipped you 100,000."

"That much?" Natalie Morgan was surprised and didn’t want it. "Boss, I can’t accept this money."

"Alright, I’ll see if I can return it through the original payment method tomorrow."

"Thank you, Boss."

She went to the dressing room to change. A qipao was easy to put on but difficult to take off. For aesthetic reasons, hers were all tailored to be extremely form-fitting, and it always took her over half an hour just to change out of it.

Just as she got it off, the dressing room door was pushed open.

Startled, she clutched the dress to her body. "Who’s there?"

A face soon appeared from around the corner. She took two steps back. "This is the women’s dressing room. If you’re going to act like this, Mr. Grant, I’ll call the police."

"Mrs. Grant calling the police on Mr. Grant for being a pervert?" He bent down to sit on a changing bench, his eyes raking over her nearly naked body. "Do you think your body is that attractive to me?"

’No.’

’She wasn’t that delusional.’

’It was just that his sudden intrusion was incredibly disrespectful.’

Natalie Morgan pulled a curtain around herself and began to change into her own clothes.

"Why didn’t you accept the tip? Not enough for you?" he asked, his cold words laced with displeasure.