He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 25: She Lied

Natalie Morgan was slightly taken aback. ’So he was the one who sent the gift.’

"I can’t accept such a large gift for no reason."

"Is it the money you can’t accept, or the fact that I’m the one who sent it?" He yanked the curtain open with a sharp tug. "Would you have accepted it if some other man had sent it?"

Natalie Morgan had already changed her clothes. She looked at the man expressionlessly, offering him no answer.

’There was no need to explain, anyway.’

As she was arranging her bag and taking out her phone, the lawyer’s business card fell out.

The business card slowly fluttered down, landing at Theodore Grant’s feet.

She scrambled to pick it up, but he blocked her with his hand.

He snatched the card from the floor.

After seeing the English text on it, the man’s expression changed dramatically.

"That’s mine. Give it back."

"Quite the ambitious move, isn’t it? Hiring a foreign lawyer?" Theodore Grant pinched the card between his fingers and slapped it hard against Natalie Morgan’s face. "You think you can play these games with me?"

She bent down, picked up the card, and put it away again, showing little emotional reaction. "We’re going to get divorced sooner or later."

"It seems I’ve been too lenient with you." His voice was frighteningly calm.

Natalie Morgan grabbed her bag and tried to run.

But he yanked her back. "Is it true? You only know pain when the knife cuts into the flesh?"

"Theodore Grant, let me go."

She glared at him, a glint in her eyes that he didn’t like.

"I know you haven’t seen Thomas Morgan in a long time." He lifted his arrogant chin, looking down on the woman before him. "I imagine you’re very curious to see what he looks like now."

Natalie Morgan’s heart clenched.

Her eyes trembled as she lifted her face and stared at him, agitated. "What have you done to him now?"

"If you want to know, you’ll have to be obedient."

He leaned against the locker, looking at her as if she were a plaything. A contemptuous smirk touched his lips. "Kiss me."

Natalie Morgan shook her head.

She took a step back.

The man hooked an arm around her neck, pulling her close. "Unwilling?"

’She was repulsed by the idea of doing this with Theodore Grant, from the bottom of her heart.’

’But did she have a choice?’

In the end, she stood on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and offered her lips. Just as she was about to kiss him, he shoved her away.

’Did she really think he wanted to kiss her?’

’He was just angry.’

As they drove to Unity Hospital in Theodore Grant’s car, Natalie Morgan’s heart pounded.

She clutched her chest, filled with anxiety and apprehension.

The car pulled up to the entrance of Unity Hospital.

The imposing, dark gates, heavily guarded, slowly swung open.

The person who opened the gate bowed slightly to Theodore Grant, his posture full of respect.

Natalie Morgan was on edge.

She had no time to wonder about the relationship between Theodore Grant and the people here.

Right now, she was more concerned about Thomas Morgan’s condition.

Inside the hospital, there was a large, open courtyard, but not a single patient was strolling about. There were no doctors or nurses walking around either.

It was much more deserted than the last time she had been here.

The car drove on, stopping in front of the building where she had last seen Thomas Morgan.

A well-dressed man came out, and upon seeing the car stop, obsequiously opened the door for Theodore Grant.

"Mr. Grant."

Theodore Grant said nothing. After getting out of the car, he strode inside with his hands in his pockets.

Natalie Morgan hurried to keep up.

A private room.

It looked like an office, different from the last room. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

After waiting for about ten minutes or so,

Natalie Morgan heard the sound of wheels scraping against the floor.

Just as she was about to run over, Theodore Grant stopped her. "Wait here quietly."

Natalie Morgan didn’t dare to provoke him.

She anxiously rubbed her palms together.

Soon, someone was wheeled in.

Shaved head, hospital gown, bare feet. His eyes were vacant. There were unhealed scars on his face, neck, and even his scalp. Drool trickled down to his chest, soaking a large patch of his gown.

Natalie Morgan couldn’t imagine how a young man in his early twenties could be tortured into this state.

"Thomas."

She almost didn’t recognize him.

It felt like her heart was bleeding drop by drop, the pain so intense she could barely breathe.

She started to move forward, but the person pushing the wheelchair blocked her with an outstretched arm. "Keep your distance."

Natalie Morgan looked at her brother in agony. Agitated, she pushed away the person blocking her. "Why would you hurt him like this? Where did these injuries come from? Did you hit him? Did you?!"

She tore at the man’s clothes.

She was on the verge of a complete breakdown, losing all reason.

Hearing the commotion, several people entered from outside, pulled Natalie Morgan away, and wheeled Thomas Morgan out at the same time.

The woman was shoved to the ground. She got up to chase after them, but the door slammed shut in her face.

She pounded on the door frantically, twisting the handle, but it was no use.

"Open the door! Where are you taking him? Open the door! Open up..."

No one opened the door for her.

She leaned against the wooden door, her body went limp, and tears streamed down her face, utterly devastated.

Through her tear-filled eyes, she looked at the man sitting across from her with his legs crossed.

Heedless of her own disheveled state, she crawled on her knees to him, begging pitifully, "Theodore Grant, I’m begging you. Please, let him go. I’ll do anything you want. Thomas did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault. I deserve to die. Let him go. Please, have mercy."

Natalie Morgan pressed her palms together, bowing repeatedly as if praying to a god who held the power of life and death.

Theodore Grant’s brow was tightly furrowed. His eyes, like icy pools, were shrouded in a thick fog, making them impossible to read.

Her fingertips tugged lightly at the cuff of his pants. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her teeth chattering. "Please, Theodore Grant. As long as you’re willing to let my brother go, I’ll do anything. You can go wait on Wanda Lynch. I can be at her beck and call. I can do it."

"Doesn’t Wanda Lynch need a kidney and a heart transplant? I can give them to her. Take my heart, take my kidneys, give them to her. I’ll do it willingly. I only beg you, please release Thomas. Let him go. He’s innocent."

The woman’s body trembled violently.

She was like Delia, lost and unsure of what to do.

His gaze fell faintly upon her. "Do you know why I’m tormenting Thomas Morgan?"

She shook her head, then nodded, speaking through unstoppable tears. "I know. It’s because of me. Because I shouldn’t have stolen Wanda Lynch’s marriage. Because the Morgan Family shouldn’t have failed to heal her leg, ruining her health. It’s all our fault. It’s me. I deserve to die."

The man retracted his grim gaze.

He interlaced his fingers and kicked the woman away with his leg. "It’s because Thomas Morgan raped Wanda Lynch."

Natalie Morgan’s pupils constricted.

She was frozen in stunned shock.

’Impossible. Thomas and Wanda Lynch grew up in the same household. In his heart, Wanda had always been his older sister.’

’How could he do something like that?’

’Impossible.’

"No, that’s a misunderstanding. Thomas isn’t that kind of person. It must be a misunderstanding. It has to be."

Natalie Morgan shook her head frantically. ’She didn’t know where Theodore Grant had heard this.’

’This definitely wasn’t the whole truth.’

"A misunderstanding?" He curled his lip into a cold sneer, his gaze dropping down to Natalie Morgan, vicious and cruel. "Would Wanda Lynch joke about something like that? It was bad enough that the Morgan Family ruined her health, but to do something worse than an animal... how could he bring himself to do it?"

’Wanda Lynch said it?’

’She said Thomas raped her?’

’Why would she say that?’

"No, she’s lying. She must be lying."