He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 6: She Forgot the Taste of Sweetness

The will, which hadn’t been updated in time, left the entire Lynch family fortune to Natalie Morgan.

Overnight, Wanda Lynch became an orphan with nothing to her name.

Theodore Grant was heartbroken. How could he not blame the Morgan family and himself for it all?

Natalie Morgan clutched her forehead. The pain in her knee had spread, turning into a dull numbness that made her whole body react. Nausea and dizziness washed over her. "Claire, I have to go. Something urgent came up."

She hung up the phone.

Natalie Morgan said weakly to the driver, "Sir, please take me to the hospital."

Under the operating lights, the doctor removed thirty-seven shards of broken glass from Natalie Morgan’s knee, each one soaked in blood.

She developed a high fever. Her knee filled with fluid, swelling to twice its normal size.

She was on an IV drip in the hospital alone for three days before she started to improve.

"Doctor, is this my room?" It was Wanda Lynch’s voice.

Natalie Morgan looked haggardly toward the door. Wanda Lynch walked in on crutches. Seeing Natalie, she feigned a slight surprise. "Natalie, you’re hospitalized too? Is something wrong?"

Natalie Morgan didn’t want to answer her. Her gaze fell on the man who followed Wanda in.

Wanda Lynch quickly explained, "Theodore was worried it would be inconvenient for me, so he came to the hospital with me. You’re not mad, are you?"

Natalie Morgan sneered.

Then she closed her eyes.

’Her legal husband was spending every moment with another woman, yet she didn’t even have the right to be angry.’

’Where was the justice in that?’

"Theodore, Natalie is sick. Why didn’t you tell me?"

Wanda Lynch’s voice was coquettish and chiding.

Like a wife playfully complaining to her lover.

The sunlight pouring into the hospital room happened to land on the man’s chiseled face. In profile, his features appeared even more defined and handsome.

He gave the woman in the hospital bed a detached glance, then turned back to Wanda Lynch and asked, "Should I get a doctor to change your room for you?"

"The hospital is already short on beds. Let’s not cause any trouble. Nattie and I can share a room. We can take care of each other, and that’ll save you the worry, right?"

Wanda Lynch had always been the very picture of someone thoughtful, generous, and unconcerned with trivialities.

This hypocrisy grated on Natalie Morgan’s nerves.

"Theodore, I want some water."

The man obliged and handed her the cup.

Wanda Lynch took the cup and handed a piece of fruit to Theodore Grant. "Theodore, peel a piece of fruit for Natalie to eat."

"She won’t eat it."

"She will if you peel it for her." Wanda Lynch smiled and passed him the fruit knife. "Thanks for the trouble."

Unable to listen anymore, Natalie Morgan threw back the covers and got out of bed.

Her knee, still wrapped in gauze, offered no support. She lost her balance and pitched forward in a daze.

As she tried to catch herself with her hands, the floor was slippery, and she twisted her wrist badly.

The dual agony from her knee and wrist made her cry out involuntarily, "Ah, HISS..."

The wound on her knee, from the impact, had already started seeping blood.

The pain was so intense she could barely stand up.

She thought Theodore Grant would at least come over and help her up. He didn’t.

In despair, Natalie Morgan grabbed onto the hospital bed and struggled to pull herself up.

"Natalie, are you okay? Theodore, quick, go help her up! See if she’s hurt!"

At that moment, Wanda Lynch’s voice drilled into Natalie Morgan’s ears, sounding sharp and gloating.

Theodore Grant stood motionless, his brow merely furrowing slightly as he watched the woman with a dark, profound gaze.

Utterly disheartened, Natalie Morgan limped out of the room, one painful step at a time, steadying herself against the wall.

A nurse saw her and hurried forward to support her.

Wanda Lynch sighed dramatically. "How did she injure her knee? I know that kind of injury hurts so, so much."

She lowered her gaze to her own leg, and tears began to fall, PLIP, PLOP.

Theodore Grant averted his gaze and comforted her softly, "Don’t be sad. I’ve already contacted a hospital abroad. Your leg will get better."

"Theodore, will you go with me?"

"I will."

Wanda Lynch’s tears turned to a smile. "Thank you, Theodore."

Natalie Morgan went to the nurses’ station. "Nurse, I’d like to change rooms."

"Miss Morgan, all the rooms are full right now. We can’t move you."

"Then I’ll... check out." She really couldn’t stand being there for another second.

The nurse was stunned, thinking she had misheard. "Miss Morgan, your knee hasn’t healed yet. Why are you trying to check out? If you really must change rooms, I’ll see if I can arrange something for you."

"Thank you. I’d appreciate that."

"Please go back to your room for now. You shouldn’t be walking on that knee. It could lead to long-term complications."

The nurse escorted Natalie Morgan back to the room.

Theodore Grant was saying something to Wanda Lynch that made her giggle.

Seeing Natalie Morgan, Wanda Lynch said with a smile, "Nattie, Theodore loves to tell jokes. I’m so jealous of you, having such a humorous husband."

"My husband?" Natalie Morgan scoffed contemptuously. "I thought he was your husband."

Wanda Lynch’s expression turned awkward. "Natalie, are you... are you angry?"

She glanced cautiously at Theodore Grant. "Theodore, you should comfort Natalie. Don’t let her get the wrong idea because of me."

Natalie Morgan didn’t retort this time.

She was afraid Theodore Grant would hold this against her, too.

She and her family couldn’t bear the consequences.

Soon, the nurse found a new room, and Natalie Morgan was moved to one at the end of the hallway.

Her new roommate was an elderly woman.

"There, there, this medicine isn’t bitter. You’ll get some candy after you take it."

An elderly man was coaxing his wife to take her pills. He was patient, gentle, and doting.

Natalie Morgan watched, her eyes burning with envy.

’That woman is so lucky. She’s probably been doted on her whole life.’

After helping his wife finish her medicine, the man handed her a rainbow lollipop. "Your reward."

Turning around, the man took out another one for Natalie Morgan. "Here, young lady. A candy for you, too. It’ll help when you take your medicine later, so it won’t be bitter."

Natalie Morgan hurriedly tried to refuse. "Oh no, Sir, I..."

"Take it." The man insisted, pressing the unwrapped lollipop into Natalie Morgan’s hand. "It’s very sweet."

Natalie Morgan was very touched. She gently took the lollipop and put it in her mouth.

The sweet aroma of the candy instantly filled her mouth.

’So this is what sweet feels like.’

For the past few years, all she had experienced was bitterness. She had almost forgotten what sweet tasted like.

With the lollipop in her mouth, the woman opened her tablet and started writing a résumé.

She had a degree from the Riverden Academy of Fine Arts. Although she had almost no work experience, it shouldn’t be hard to find a job teaching art to young children.

Her attention was focused on the résumé page.

She didn’t notice the man who had walked in.

It wasn’t until the man’s gaze was drawn to the résumé on her tablet that she finally sensed someone standing behind her.

In a panic, she snapped the tablet shut.

"You’re looking for a job?" Theodore Grant’s expression was ugly.

Natalie Morgan didn’t hide it. "Yes."

"Who gave you permission to look for a job?" he demanded, greatly displeased.

Natalie Morgan didn’t feel she had done anything wrong.

’We’re getting a divorce. I have to be able to support myself.’ "Can’t I look for a job?"

"Natalie Morgan, you’d better remember your place."

Natalie Morgan laughed.

Lifting her eyes, she looked coldly at the enraged man before her. "Then what is your position, Mr. Grant? Are you my husband, Natalie Morgan’s, or are you Wanda Lynch’s?"

"You’re comparing yourself to her?" The man’s face darkened, and he sneered. "You think you’re worthy of being compared to her?"