He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 97: Suicidal Widowerhood

"Wanda Lynch." Natalie Morgan’s gaze was cold, almost mocking. "Don’t try to get a reaction out of me. Even if he slept with you right in front of my face, I wouldn’t feel a thing."

"You wouldn’t?" Wanda Lynch sneered. "Then why did you try to kill yourself? To get some sympathy? It’s obvious you were just being jealous."

"You aren’t that important."

"Then how about this? Is this important enough?"

Wanda Lynch took out a necklace with a 9.9-carat diamond.

The diamond was so brilliant it was blinding.

The necklace was called "The Goddess’s Tear."

It was famous in the world of jewelry. Legend had it that its owner would find the greatest love in the world.

Every year, wealthy romantics vied to purchase it at auction.

It had become the dream necklace for women everywhere.

The fact that it was now in Wanda Lynch’s hands was deeply ironic.

"Do you know how much this is worth? It’s my engagement gift from Theodore."

"Theodore and I are getting engaged soon. You’ve heard, haven’t you? We’ve already bought a house together. He really loves me so much."

"Theodore said he’s going to give me the most romantic engagement party, and a wedding I’ll never forget. He said he’s going to make me the happiest woman in the world..."

As Wanda Lynch prattled on, Natalie Morgan took out a pair of earplugs and put them in.

The world instantly fell silent.

Wanda Lynch wasn’t finished gloating.

The door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside.

Upon seeing Weller Kendall, Wanda Lynch hastily put the diamond necklace away.

"Miss Lynch?" Weller Kendall looked at her, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Natalie is sick, so I was worried about her... Well, I... I’ll be going now."

Wanda Lynch averted her gaze.

Not daring to meet Weller Kendall’s eyes, she scurried off.

Weller Kendall raised an eyebrow slightly.

He turned and placed the flower basket he was holding on Natalie Morgan’s bedside table. "Mrs. Grant, these flowers are from Mr. Grant."

Natalie Morgan took out her earplugs.

Weller Kendall then produced several exquisitely wrapped small boxes. "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant personally selected this jewelry for you."

After setting them down, he took out a black card and handed it to her. "This card is from Mr. Grant. It has no limit, so you can buy yourself some bags and shoes that you like."

’Theodore Grant must be scared,’ Natalie thought.

’Scared that I might actually die.’

’Becoming a widower is one thing, but if I were to die by suicide, the impact on the Grant Family, the Grant Group, and Theodore himself would be incalculable.’

"Assistant Kendall, I want to be discharged."

"You haven’t fully recovered yet, so it’s not a good time for a discharge. Besides, it will take a long time for the scars to heal to the point they’re unnoticeable. You shouldn’t be in such a hurry."

"It’s just these on my wrists. I don’t mind them."

"Well..." Weller Kendall looked troubled; it wasn’t his decision to make. "...I’ll speak with Mr. Grant and see what he says."

After leaving the hospital, Weller Kendall returned to the Grant Group headquarters.

"How is she?" Theodore Grant asked, leaning back in his chair, his voice flat.

With his hands clasped in front of him, Weller Kendall replied softly, "Mrs. Grant says she wants to be discharged."

"And what’s the doctor’s opinion?"

"The doctor said the injuries on her arm aren’t serious, but she must continue with the medication, or they’ll leave scars."

Theodore Grant’s brow furrowed slightly.

Natalie Morgan had naturally fine skin. If those marks didn’t fade, it wouldn’t just be an aesthetic issue; they would serve as a constant reminder of why she had made such a decision.

"Find the best medication."

"Understood." Then, as if remembering something, Weller Kendall added, "Mr. Grant, regarding the incident at the hotel—catching the cheaters—I’ve found the person who sent the anonymous tip."

"Oh?" Theodore Grant’s dark eyes narrowed. "Who was it?"

"Mr. Grant, my investigation revealed that the person who contracted the company to send the anonymous message used the screen name ’S.’ And this ’S’ is, in fact..."

Weller Kendall paused.

Theodore Grant snatched up the ashtray and threw it at him. "Why are you pausing for dramatic effect? Spit it out. Who is it?"

Weller Kendall caught the ashtray and placed it gently on the desk.

He took a deep breath. "It was Wanda Lynch."

Wanda Lynch?

After the incident, Theodore Grant had suspected many people.

He thought it might have been Felix Finch, trying to ruin Natalie Morgan’s reputation so that Theodore would divorce her in a fit of rage, leaving her free for him.

Or it was an attack aimed at the Grant Group, most likely orchestrated by Sean Lane.

The one person he had never suspected was Wanda Lynch.

"Damn it," Theodore Grant swore.

It was unclear whether he was cursing someone else or himself.

Weller Kendall then dropped a second bombshell. "Mr. Grant, do you remember the case where Yulia White’s body was stolen and all her organs were harvested?"

"What about it?" His brow knitted tightly, his glacial eyes radiating pressure. "Is this also related to Wanda Lynch?"

"One of the two doctors who fled the country posted an article on a foreign website. It details how he colluded with Wanda Lynch back home to commit murder."

When Weller Kendall first saw the post, he had been stunned into a stupor.

Like many other netizens, he had initially assumed the doctor was just talking nonsense.

But his desire to know the truth was too strong, so he sent the doctor a private message.

That’s how he learned some of the so-called truth.

Natalie Morgan had suspected Wanda Lynch from the very beginning.

But Theodore Grant, and even he himself, had found it unbelievable.

How could the disabled, fragile Wanda Lynch be the mastermind behind such a conspiracy?

Even if she hated Natalie Morgan, Yulia White was the woman who had raised her.

But what the doctor said didn’t sound like a fabrication.

If the doctor was telling the truth, then the kidney and heart transplanted into Wanda Lynch belonged to Yulia White.

In that case, she wasn’t just audacious; she was a complete psychopath.

"Is there any evidence?" A vicious glint flashed in Theodore Grant’s eyes.

Weller Kendall nodded. "It’s just the doctor’s side of the story, with no concrete evidence. However, during my investigation, I discovered that Secretary Bell is also involved."

"She’s involved too?"

The light in Theodore Grant’s eyes dimmed further.

He brought a cigarette to his lips, holding it there thoughtfully.

"Secretary Bell was the one who liaised with the doctor. She used a complex process to transfer Yulia White’s organs abroad. When Wanda Lynch had her transplant surgery, she claimed some foreign organization provided the donation... I suspect the transplanted organs were actually Yulia White’s."

"Good. That’s just great."

A powerful killing intent erupted in Theodore Grant’s eyes.

’Every single one of them. Are they all playing me for a fool?’

Theodore Grant took a deep breath, his eyes turning icy cold.

「Later that evening.」

Theodore Grant went to Wanda Lynch’s apartment.

She was in high spirits and had personally cooked Theodore Grant’s favorite dishes.

The internet was buzzing with rumors that Theodore Grant was going to propose to her.

She naturally assumed he hadn’t mentioned it to her yet because he was planning a surprise.

She figured that since Theodore had come to see her of his own accord today, it must be to talk about the engagement.

"Theodore, it’s been so long since you’ve come over this early to see me."

Theodore Grant settled into the wide, soft sofa and crossed his legs.

"Do you know Sterling Miller?" he asked abruptly.

A flash of panic crossed Wanda Lynch’s eyes. "Who? Dr. Miller?"

"I said Sterling Miller. How did you know he was a doctor?" Theodore Grant’s gaze turned instantly glacial, a bone-deep chill that made Wanda Lynch’s spine stiffen. She stammered out an explanation, "Dr. Miller... we’ve... we’ve met before."