He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 29: I Deserve to Die

Theodore Grant glanced at the drenched woman and said coldly, "Go take a shower."

Natalie Morgan didn’t look up. She picked up the basin and went into the bathroom.

Wanda Lynch SLAPPED herself twice. "I didn’t mean to give her a hard time. I just couldn’t take it. I’m awful, I shouldn’t be like this, I’m so sorry..."

"That’s enough." Theodore Grant grabbed her wrist just in time. "No one is blaming you."

"Theodore." She seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist and lean against his chest, her sobs growing more intense. "I should just go. If I stay here, I’ll only make things worse between you and your wife and make Natalie misunderstand me. I’m so useless. Please, just let me go home. Let me just be left to fend for myself and waste away."

Theodore Grant’s gaze was cool as he patted her back in a gesture of comfort.

"Theodore, really, I feel like everything I do is wrong. It’s one thing for the media to spout nonsense, but if Natalie also misunderstands about you and me..."

A cunning glint appeared in Wanda Lynch’s eyes before she lowered her head and resumed sobbing.

"Don’t overthink it. Go take a bath and get some rest."

Theodore Grant called for a servant, who pushed Wanda Lynch in her wheelchair into the elevator to go to the second floor.

He sat in the living room, putting a cigarette to his lips.

The housekeeper came over and said, "Sir, I’ve finished organizing the madam’s things."

"Go buy an automatic, temperature-controlled foot basin tomorrow."

"Very good, sir."

Natalie Morgan took the opportunity in the shower to have a long, hard cry.

Only in these moments could she find the strength to convince herself to keep living.

After she finished crying, she grabbed a bathrobe, put it on, and walked out of the bathroom.

Her suitcase was gone.

She looked all around but couldn’t find it.

"Ms. Wallace, where’s my luggage?"

The housekeeper hurried over. "The master had me move your luggage to the master bedroom."

’The master bedroom?’

’Isn’t that where he and Wanda Lynch are staying now?’

"I see."

She went upstairs.

Standing before the master bedroom where she had lived for two years, she hesitated, wondering if she should just take her things to the guest room next door.

To be honest, she didn’t want to share a room with Theodore Grant.

Just as she was about to push the door open, it suddenly swung open from the inside.

Their eyes met.

The woman hastily lowered her thick lashes.

She had just showered and looked as fresh as a lotus blossom. Her hair was half-dry, her face was still flushed, and combined with her evasive eyes, she reminded him of a small animal.

"I... I came to get my luggage," she said.

"Mrs. Wallace already put everything away for you." He held the door open, and she slowly stepped inside.

Nothing in the room had changed.

Even the withered gardenias in the vase hadn’t been replaced.

"Theodore Grant." She turned to look at him. "There’s something I need to ask you."

"I already agreed to help with Thomas Morgan’s situation."

He was impatient. Whenever she asked him for anything, it was always about the Morgan family.

Natalie Morgan shook her head. "It’s not about Thomas. It’s about me."

Hearing this, his interest was piqued. "About you? What is it?"

"I want to go back to work. I’ll only work four hours a day, and I’ll stay at home the rest of the time. If Wanda Lynch needs me to wait on her, I have no problem with that either."

Hearing the word "work," the man’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"And if I don’t agree?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"I hope you will." Her stubborn gaze met his, which tolerated no argument. "Can I?"

He didn’t know why, but seeing that look in her eyes irritated him.

He could have easily refused.

But something inside him seemed to waver.

"You have to work?"

"I need to work." Her eyes downcast, she said quietly, "My mother’s treatment still needs to be paid for, and I don’t have anything valuable left to sell."

He was silent for a long time.

He didn’t say whether he agreed or not.

She just waited quietly.

"Take this card. I told you I’d give you a hundred thousand a month. The offer still stands." He held the card out to her.

Natalie Morgan took a step back. "I don’t want it."

"You complained that I wouldn’t give you money, and now that I’m offering, you don’t want it? Do you really have to go and play that piano?" He suppressed his anger, tossing the card onto the side cabinet. "Fine. If you want to so badly, I’ll let you."

"Thank you, Mr. Grant."

’Mr. Grant again. Some "Mr. Grant."’

He slammed the door and left.

Natalie Morgan finally let out a breath of relief.

As long as she could keep her job, she had a way to support herself. When Thomas Morgan got out of the hospital, she would have money for his treatment.

That night, Theodore Grant didn’t return to the master bedroom.

She knew he hadn’t left the house, so he must have been staying with Wanda Lynch.

In the past, whenever Theodore came home, Wanda Lynch would find all sorts of excuses to call him away.

Now that Wanda had moved right in, even though Natalie and Theodore weren’t a real married couple in practice, Wanda would still monopolize him.

She had stopped caring long ago.

’It really is so much easier once you stop loving someone.’

Early the next morning, Natalie Morgan received a call from the hospital.

They told her about a clinical trial and asked if she would be willing to enroll her mother.

For a small hospital like theirs, getting a project like this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The success rate for patients waking up was said to be quite high, and most importantly, it was completely free.

Natalie Morgan decided to go to the hospital to discuss it with the doctor in person.

She came downstairs with her bag.

Only to see Theodore Grant and Wanda Lynch having breakfast together.

He was thoughtfully spreading rose jam on a slice of whole-wheat bread for her, adding a sausage and a fried egg before gently handing it to her.

Wanda Lynch smiled like a sunflower. "Thank you."

Seeing Natalie Morgan, the housekeeper went to greet her. "Ma’am, please come and have some breakfast."

"No thank you, Ms. Wallace. I’m heading out."

"Natalie, have some breakfast before you go. It’s not good to go out on an empty stomach." Wanda Lynch offered the bread Theodore had just made for her to Natalie. "Here, Theodore just made this for me. You can have it."

Faced with such a two-faced vixen, Natalie Morgan simply gave her a cold glance.

Then she turned and walked away.

Wanda Lynch put on a wronged expression again. "Theodore, do you think Natalie is holding a grudge against me because of what happened yesterday?"

"I’m heading to the office." The man picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Okay, be careful on your way."

After Theodore Grant left, Wanda Lynch swept all the dishes off the table and onto the floor.

"Natalie Morgan, you bitch! Aaargh!"

Seeing her rampage, the housekeeper and several other servants hid themselves.

They only came out to clean up the mess after she had left.

「...」

After Natalie Morgan arrived at the hospital, she unexpectedly ran into Felix Finch.

"Felix, what a coincidence."

"It’s not a coincidence. I was waiting for you." His eyes crinkled into a smile behind his glasses. "I was the one who had the hospital call you."

Natalie Morgan was stunned for a moment. "You?"

"I helped secure this project. It’s run by a foreign team. I’ve looked at the medication, and it’s quite impressive. This is a rare opportunity. If we can get your mother into this program, it’s very likely she could wake up within a single treatment cycle."

This was truly wonderful news.

Natalie Morgan’s expression brightened when she heard this. "That’s fantastic! Felix, thank you so much."

"Come on, let’s go into my office. I’ll explain the details."