He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 28: Go Prepare the Foot Bath

Natalie Morgan used to be a person who truly loved life. She enjoyed growing flowers and adored small animals.

However, Theodore Grant disliked flowers, and he didn’t care for cats or dogs.

Once, she took in a stray cat. When he found out, he threw it straight out from the second floor.

She broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the kitten was small and landed on the soft lawn, so it survived.

Ever since then, she never dared bring another animal into the house.

By this time,

the housekeeper had led Natalie Morgan into the living room.

"Madam, let me take your suitcase to the master bedroom."

"Just leave it here for now," she said lightly.

The housekeeper immediately understood. Natalie Morgan wasn’t the only woman in the house anymore; there was also Wanda Lynch.

’This was a matter to be settled when Theodore Grant returned.’

"Please, have a seat, Madam. I’ll go cut some fruit for you."

"Please don’t trouble yourself, Ms. Wallace."

"It’s no trouble at all. Just a moment."

The housekeeper busied herself in the kitchen.

Natalie Morgan gazed at this home—so familiar, yet so strange—a profound weariness filling her eyes.

The sound of a car pulling up came from outside.

She lifted her gaze and looked outside.

Theodore Grant was back.

After the driver parked, Theodore Grant lifted Wanda Lynch out of the car.

Wanda Lynch gazed at Theodore Grant with a tender, lingering look, her charm so potent it seemed to drip with honey.

"Thank you, Theodore, for taking such good care of me on the trip."

Theodore Grant said nothing, but it was clear he was enjoying it.

"Mrs. Wallace!" Wanda Lynch yelled.

The housekeeper, who was just bringing out a plate of fruit, immediately set it down and hurried outside. "Coming, Miss Lynch!"

"Take my suitcases upstairs, will you? The clothes inside need to be hung up, and the shoes have to be arranged neatly. Oh, and I’m tired. Run a bath for me."

The housekeeper hastily agreed to it all.

She hefted two suitcases in each hand and struggled to bring them inside.

Wanda Lynch walked in with Theodore Grant, chatting and laughing.

She started upon seeing Natalie Morgan, but after the initial shock, she quickly offered a gentle smile. "Theodore said he’d have you come over to take care of me. I didn’t believe him. I was thinking, ’How could you possibly do a servant’s work?’... This must be hard on you, Natalie."

"Theodore, thank you, really," she said, smiling at him, a deceptive innocence in her eyes. "But I can take care of myself. There’s really no need... to trouble Natalie."

"It’s fine. She can handle it," the man said coldly, barely sparing Natalie Morgan a glance.

Natalie Morgan’s lips slowly curled into a smile, though whether from bitterness or resentment, she couldn’t say. A mist began to cloud her eyes.

After Theodore Grant helped Wanda Lynch sit down, she began rubbing the soles of her feet. "I’m exhausted, Theodore. I’d like to soak my feet first, may I?"

Theodore Grant glanced at Natalie Morgan. "Go prepare a foot bath."

She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his.

A complex storm of shock, disbelief, and resentment swirled in her eyes, yet she knew she had no choice but to obey.

Just then, the housekeeper came downstairs.

’She had just finished running the bath, so why the sudden request for a foot soak?’ "Sir, I can do it," she offered.

"Let her do it." His voice was like ice.

Natalie Morgan said nothing.

She walked to the bathroom.

The housekeeper followed her in, her expression conflicted. "Madam, please let me. You shouldn’t be doing this kind of work."

"Ms. Wallace, I’m no more noble than you are."

’In Theodore Grant’s eyes, she was probably worth less than a servant.’

The housekeeper’s heart ached to hear this.

She had worked with Natalie Morgan for two years. Of all the servants in the Grant household, Natalie had never given any of them a hard time.

’Putting aside everything else, just as a person, she was leagues better than that Wanda Lynch.’

"Don’t say that. You are the lady of this house, after all. The Master is just... not himself."

But Natalie Morgan no longer cared.

’She hadn’t returned to this home to live a life of comfort.’

"Ms. Wallace, please give me the foot basin."

The housekeeper handed the basin, filled with water of the proper temperature, to Natalie Morgan. "Be careful, Madam."

Natalie Morgan carried the basin over to Wanda Lynch.

She crouched down. "Soak your feet."

Wanda Lynch put on a troubled expression and looked at Theodore Grant. "Theodore, this isn’t right. How can I let Natalie wait on me and wash my feet? Let’s just have Mrs. Wallace do it."

"That won’t be necessary."

"Theodore, this isn’t appropriate," Wanda Lynch demurred, her expression one of reluctance. But at the corner of her lips was a sinister smirk, visible only to Natalie.

"I have some work to attend to." Theodore Grant went upstairs.

The moment he left,

Wanda Lynch’s expression changed instantly.

She dipped a foot into the basin, and the instant it touched the water, she shrieked and kicked the whole thing over.

"Natalie Morgan, what do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to scald me to death?"

Water splashed all over Natalie Morgan.

Her hands, still holding the basin, tightened their grip.

Wanda Lynch laughed triumphantly. "If you’re going to serve me, then do it properly. Go get more water."

Natalie Morgan said nothing.

She returned with a fresh basin of water. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Again, Wanda Lynch dipped her foot into the water. This time, it wasn’t even in for a second before she kicked the basin over. "Is this water for a foot bath? It’s freezing! Natalie Morgan, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

Natalie Morgan lifted her cool gaze to Wanda Lynch. "Are you going to soak your feet or not?"

"What right do you have to question me, Natalie Morgan? If I want to soak my feet, you will keep bringing me water until I’m satisfied." She toyed with her oxblood-red nails. "If you dare to displease me, I’ll have Theodore teach you a lesson."

Natalie Morgan forcefully suppressed the rage building within her.

Once again, she went to get more water.

And once again, the entire basin was emptied onto her.

"Natalie Morgan, I bet you never thought you’d see this day. Your Morgan Family is almost wiped out anyway. If you can’t stand being humiliated, you might as well just go and die."

Wanda Lynch was thoroughly enjoying her game.

Every word dripped with malice.

The housekeeper, watching from the side, could bear it no longer. She quietly went up to the second floor and knocked on the study door. "Sir."

"What is it?"

"Madam is having trouble getting the water temperature right, and it’s making Miss Lynch angry. She’s never had to wait on anyone before. Perhaps you could let me take over?"

"If she’s never served anyone, can’t she learn?" The man opened the door, looking down his nose at the housekeeper. "Do your job and stay out of things that don’t concern you."

"Yes, sir." The housekeeper bowed slightly, preparing to leave.

Theodore Grant stopped her. "Take all of Madam’s luggage to the master bedroom."

"Yes, Sir."

After the housekeeper left,

Theodore Grant walked to the second-floor railing and looked down at the scene unfolding below.

There wasn’t a dry spot on Natalie Morgan. Even the strands of her hair were soaked.

’She really knew how to endure.’

’He knew that from her behavior in bed.’

’No matter how cruelly he treated her, she would bite her lip until it bled before she’d make a sound.’

For no reason, another surge of irritation flared in his chest.

After five basins of water had been thrown at her in a row,

Theodore Grant started down the stairs.

Hearing Theodore Grant coming downstairs, Wanda Lynch immediately started to dab at her eyes. "It’s just that ever since my injury, my foot has been overly sensitive to temperature, that’s why... Theodore, I’m so sorry. I’ve made Natalie suffer so much."