He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 92: Suddenly, a Little Heartache for Her

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Suddenly, a Little Heartache for Her

Shooting the man a harsh glare, Serena Sutton got into her car and slammed the door.

Byron Quincy didn’t acknowledge Theodore Grant.

He quickly drove away.

Felix Finch had wanted to say a few words to Theodore Grant, but fearing Theodore would become too agitated on a day like this, he decided against it and returned to his car.

The area around the cemetery was empty and desolate.

Theodore Grant finished his cigarette, threw it to the ground, and stamped it out.

The ground littered with cigarette butts was proof of his foul mood.

He then walked into the cemetery.

Natalie Morgan was kneeling before the gravestone, her shoulders trembling violently with suppressed sobs.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a pang of pity for her.

"The dead can’t be brought back. You’ll only make yourself sick if you keep crying like this," he said, trying to comfort her.

Upon hearing his voice, Natalie Morgan’s body trembled violently.

She wiped the tears from her face, struggled to her feet, and, turning to face him, slapped him across the face.

The force of the blow snapped his head to the side.

He worked his jaw, his gaze turning sinister. "Natalie Morgan, your mother was buried today. Don’t push me."

"What right do you have to be here for my mother?" she couldn’t help but scream, her small, delicate face streaked with tears. "Theodore Grant, spare me the crocodile tears! Until the real killer is caught, you are the killer. You have no right to be here!"

"Then who does? Felix Finch? Byron Quincy? Or maybe that bastard?"

’He was her legal husband.’

’What the hell were those three men to her?’

"Anyone but you," she snarled, glaring at him through her tear-filled eyes.

His breaths were ragged with suppressed fury.

But he hadn’t completely lost his senses.

"Fine. I fucking don’t deserve to be here. But just you wait. After today, we’ll see just what I deserve."

Theodore Grant spat out the threat and strode away without the slightest hesitation.

Watching Theodore Grant emerge from the cemetery with a dark expression on his face, Sean Lane pushed open his car door and got out. With a provocative smirk, he said, "Don’t tell me you got an earful? How pitiful."

"Sean Lane, say one more word and I’ll find you a permanent spot right here," he warned, raising a long, slender finger. "You’d better get the hell away from me."

Sean Lane knew how to take a hint.

He raised his hands in a mock prayer, bowing to Theodore Grant.

A punchable grin was plastered on his face.

Theodore Grant slammed his car door, gunned the engine, and sped away.

Sean Lane raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and stuck a cigarette between his lips.

When Natalie Morgan walked out of the cemetery, her eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying.

Sean Lane tossed away his cigarette and walked over.

With his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head to look at her. "He’s responsible for the deaths of both your parents. Must be tough, huh?"

Sean Lane’s words were incredibly harsh.

Just as Natalie Morgan’s anger began to rise,

he slapped himself lightly on the cheek. "Look at this mouth on me. How could I say something like that when our Natalie is so upset? How about I buy you a drink?"

"Sean Lane, when your mother died, did you go out for a drink?" Natalie Morgan shot back, the rims of her eyes red.

Sean Lane’s face fell instantly.

Realizing he’d hit a nerve, he continued, "Today really isn’t a good day for this. But, Natalie Morgan, you should seriously consider my proposal. Otherwise, the next one to die will be Thomas Morgan."

"You’ve been with Theodore Grant for years, you must know what he’s like. He’s a ruthless man. When he’s set on something, he’d even drive his own father into a corner, let alone a woman he doesn’t love—a woman who stole the life of his one true love."

"Natalie Morgan, it’s time to make a decision."

Natalie Morgan was no fool.

Sean Lane’s provocations were just a desperate attempt to use her as a pawn.

It was precisely because Theodore Grant was so ruthless that she couldn’t afford to get involved in the Grant Family’s war of succession.

"You’d be better off investigating and giving me what I want sooner rather than later. That’s what’s really important," she said, wiping her swollen eyes. "Mr. Lane, maybe one day I’ll agree to cooperate with you. But on one condition: besides just using me, you also have to figure out an exit strategy for me."

Sean Lane started to laugh.

It was a wild, almost unhinged laugh.

"My dear Natalie, this is a partnership. It’s not about one person using the other. How could I ever let you get hurt?"

"You’d better not."

Natalie Morgan brushed past Sean Lane. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Felix Finch got out of the driver’s seat, his eyes locked on her. "Natalie," he called out.

"Felix," Natalie Morgan said as she walked over. "You’ve been running around helping me all day. You should go home and get some rest."

"It’s what friends do," he said, pressing his lips together lightly. "I’m heading back to Finch Hospital. If you can’t stay on at Grant Group, you can come to me. I can arrange a job for you."

"There’s no need, Felix. I still owe Theodore Grant money. He won’t let me go that easily."

’Yulia White was dead.’

’But that didn’t mean the debt disappeared with her.’

Felix Finch gave a slight nod and didn’t press the matter. "Well, you and Claire should head home soon. Text me when you get there so I don’t worry."

"Okay."

After Felix Finch left,

Natalie Morgan sank wearily into Serena Sutton’s car.

Her head was throbbing.

’Her thoughts were a tangled mess.’

Serena Sutton dabbed some cooling balm on her fingertips and gently massaged Natalie’s temples. "Go home and get a good night’s sleep. No matter what happens, it can wait until tomorrow."

"Claire, thank you for being with me."

Natalie Morgan held Serena Sutton’s hand, a sense of peace settling in her chest.

Serena Sutton fastened her seatbelt for her. "Get some sleep."

Serena Sutton drove Natalie Morgan back to her apartment and only left after watching her go upstairs.

Natalie Morgan didn’t sleep well.

She was plagued by nightmares all night.

She had requested bereavement leave, and her company had approved a week off.

She had planned to use that week to pull herself together.

But unexpectedly, the very next day, she received a notice from the company telling her to vacate her apartment.

At first, she thought it was a mistake. But after an apology from someone in HR, she learned the notice had come directly from the CEO’s office.

’Theodore Grant again.’

’Every time she was on the brink of despair, he would be there to push her deeper into the abyss.’

Natalie Morgan didn’t have many belongings.

Barely enough to fill a single suitcase.

She returned to her parents’ old house.

Just as she finished unpacking, Natalie Morgan received a text message.

"Natalie, I have some of your mother’s things that I’d like to give to you. Come to the Riverden Grand Hotel. I happen to be in a meeting here. Room 512."

It was signed, Felix Finch.

Natalie Morgan immediately tried to call Felix Finch.

The line was busy.

Figuring he was busy with his meeting at the Riverden Grand Hotel, she didn’t overthink it, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

Felix Finch, who had just received a similar message himself, arrived at Room 512 a step ahead of Natalie Morgan.

"Felix."

Natalie Morgan was just about to ask Felix Finch what he had for her,

when a swarm of reporters suddenly flooded in from the hallway.

Camera flashes went off incessantly, blinding them both.

Felix Finch pulled Natalie Morgan behind him, realizing they had been set up.

"Who sent you?" Felix Finch demanded, raising a hand to block the camera lenses.

But there were too many cameras.

Like sharks that had smelled blood, they greedily found their angles and rapidly pressed their shutters.

"Mrs. Grant, we hear your mother just passed away. Are you so desperate that you’re already sneaking into a hotel room with another man? Is this how you honor your mother’s memory? How can you face Mr. Grant?"