He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 77: Getting a Divorce, No One Would Be in a Good Mood

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Getting a Divorce, No One Would Be in a Good Mood

"Quite a temper. Willing to die for a million, were you?" He took out a bank card and tossed it in front of her. "Here’s the money. Take it. I don’t owe you anything."

Natalie Morgan didn’t make a sound.

"I’ve already sent Noelle Bell to handle the land deal. The project is basically secured, and you played a crucial part."

"Just focus on recovering in the hospital. I’ll have the housekeeper come and take care of you."

"Next time you feel like killing yourself, you don’t have to do it in front of me. It’s not like I’d feel bad." He lowered his dark eyes, his expression complicated. "The next time you think about dying, think about your comatose mother and your crazy brother. Death would be a release for you, but what about them?"

From beginning to end, Natalie Morgan just listened quietly.

Theodore Grant gave her a long, dark look before leaving.

She struggled to sit up, picked up the bank card he’d thrown down, and called Serena Sutton.

Serena Sutton arrived quickly.

Seeing the woman wrapped up like a mummy, she was so shocked she almost cried out.

"You... what happened to you?" Her fingertips lightly brushed over the gauze on Natalie Morgan’s arm. "Did you get run over by a car?"

"Something like that." She briefly told Serena Sutton what had happened.

Instantly, Serena’s eyes reddened.

"That bastard Theodore Grant, does he have any conscience at all? You help him land a deal, and he can’t even stand to part with a million."

"Theodore Grant just wants to use me. He has no intention of fulfilling his promises. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking about whether I’d live or die; I was ready for mutual destruction. At worst, the Grant Group wouldn’t get that land."

This was the first time she’d ever done something so impulsive and dangerous.

It had cost her half her life.

She handed the card to Serena Sutton. "This is the money from Theodore Grant. Go pay Thomas Morgan’s fees. Keep the rest for future emergencies."

This money had been paid for with her life.

Serena Sutton felt it burn in her hand.

"He’s still not divorcing you?" She really didn’t get it. He didn’t love her, but he wouldn’t leave her. "Does Theodore Grant really not want to marry Wanda Lynch?"

At least in Natalie Morgan’s eyes, Theodore Grant didn’t seem to desire being with Wanda Lynch all that much.

’Most men are too rational, thinking more about family interests and growth than about love and romance.’

"Maybe, for now, I still have some use to him."

After accompanying Theodore Grant to several social engagements, Natalie Morgan had come to understand the so-called ’advantages’ he saw in her.

’Young. Beautiful. A great body. Someone whose looks he could exploit.’

’In the new industries the Grant Group had recently entered, she had a decent amount of professional knowledge and connections. He could use her to achieve great things for little cost.’

’He wouldn’t divorce her.’

’Not until the day he had squeezed her completely dry.’

"That damn pervert."

"Let’s not talk about him. Claire, looking like this, I’ll probably be stuck in the hospital for a month. Please keep an eye on Thomas Morgan for me. Once I’m better, I’ll go see him. To be honest, I haven’t seen him in a while, and I’m really worried."

Natalie Morgan was extremely weak. Just finishing that stretch of conversation left her breathless.

"Don’t you worry about Thomas Morgan. The hospital is a closed facility; you can’t just visit whenever you want."

Serena Sutton had originally intended to wait until Thomas Morgan’s treatment showed some results before letting Natalie Morgan visit.

But who would have thought the hospital would call Natalie Morgan’s phone to demand payment.

In the end, Serena Sutton took the card and left.

Later, when she went to use the card to pay the fees, she discovered it held not one million, but two.

She told Natalie Morgan about it, and Natalie just told her to keep the money.

’Theodore Grant gave her an extra million. It was only right. She wouldn’t be grateful to him for it.’

「Grant Group.」

Theodore Grant sat before the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze lost in thought. The cigarette between his fingers had nearly burned down to his skin.

Weller Kendall knocked and entered. "Mr. Grant."

Only then did Theodore Grant stub out the unsmoked cigarette. "Is it done?"

"The divorce agreement has been drafted. As you requested, a villa in the southern district and twenty million in cash. Please take a look." Weller Kendall handed the divorce papers to Theodore Grant. "Also, regarding Yulia White’s medical expenses, the hospital bills are already approaching one million. About that..."

"I’ll cover those expenses until she has fully recovered."

Weller Kendall nodded. "Yes, understood."

Theodore Grant took the divorce agreement.

’He wasn’t giving Natalie Morgan much. Then again, he never planned to.’

"This will do."

He raised his fingers, and Weller Kendall quickly handed him a pen.

As Theodore Grant put pen to paper, he hesitated for a slight moment.

But in the end, he signed his name.

Weller Kendall took the document. "After Miss Morgan is discharged from the hospital, I’ll take it to her for her signature."

"Just leave it there. I’ll take it to her myself." Theodore Grant lowered his head and lit another cigarette, but again, he didn’t smoke it, just holding it between two fingers.

Weller Kendall sealed the manila envelope and placed it on his desk. "Very well, Mr. Grant."

Theodore Grant held his phone.

He typed out a message.

Then deleted it.

’He was actually a rather boring person.’

’His life was nothing but work.’

’His life had felt so full this past year only because of his frantic quest for revenge.’

’He didn’t know if he was seeking revenge for Wanda Lynch, or just for the sake of revenge itself.’

He wrote and deleted the message on his phone over and over, but in the end, he never sent it.

His finger swiped across the screen unintentionally, opening the photo album.

Most of the photos in the album were of him and his grandfather.

At home, in the hospital—they were mostly candid shots taken by his secretary.

He had a password-protected album that contained two photos.

One was his wedding photo with Natalie Morgan.

An old wedding dress worn by many before her, a woman smiling happily, and a man with a stone-cold expression.

’He clearly disliked this photo, yet for some inexplicable reason, he had saved it to his album.’

The other was a candid shot he had taken himself.

The girl in the photo wore a white baseball cap, a sky-blue mask, and her hair in a high ponytail. She was smiling, her eyes curved like crescent moons, as she waved goodbye to him.

’He could no longer tell if this girl was Wanda Lynch or someone else.’

’She was like an illusion, a fictional character.’

’Someone who had once entered his world, yet it was as if she’d never been there at all.’

As Weller Kendall walked out of the office, he ran into Noelle Bell.

She grabbed him and cautiously probed, "How’s Mr. Grant’s mood? I won’t be walking into the line of fire if I go in, will I?"

"He’s getting a divorce. Who would be in a good mood?" Weller Kendall shook his head.

Noelle Bell froze when she heard that. ’A divorce?’

’Theodore Grant is divorcing Natalie Morgan?’

’This is fantastic news!’

"For real? Is your information reliable?"

"I was the one who had the lawyer draft the divorce papers. Mr. Grant has already signed. We’re just waiting for Natalie Morgan’s signature, and then they can get their divorce certificate."

Noelle Bell bit her lip, forcibly suppressing the ecstasy she felt. "Is that so."

"Well, I’ve got to get back to work."

"Okay, Assistant Kendall."

Noelle Bell clutched the documents that needed to be signed, paused for a moment at the door of the CEO’s office, then turned and went back to her desk. She picked up her phone and made a call...