He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 30: That’s Just How We Are

After Felix Finch explained the project in detail,

he added, "I will personally oversee this project the entire time. If you feel comfortable, you can leave your mother’s care to me."

Setting aside Felix Finch’s relationship with Theodore Grant,

he was a conscientious doctor.

He was very professional. After some thought, Natalie Morgan agreed. "Then I’ll have to trouble you from now on, Felix."

"It’s no trouble at all. I hope we can achieve a good outcome."

After Natalie Morgan paid another portion of the fees, Felix Finch walked out with her.

"Honestly, this is a well-established project. You don’t need to worry too much."

"I’m not worried, Felix." Her face shone with joy and gratitude. "If anything comes up, just give me a call."

"Okay."

They walked side by side, and as they neared the parking lot, he suddenly asked, "I heard you moved back in?"

"Yes."

"Theodore’s just a bit hot-headed, but he’s not a bad person. You two should try to live well together. And when you have time, come to the hospital for a systematic course of treatment for yourself. I believe a miracle is still possible."

The so-called miracle was just about having a child.

She used to want to have Theodore Grant’s child very much.

Now, she’d long since abandoned that idea.

"It is what it is. Theodore’s friends must all know about Wanda Lynch. He’s living with her, not with me."

Felix Finch was stunned.

Theodore Grant had been acting like a jerk lately.

But not to the point of doing something so outrageous.

"You’re saying Wanda Lynch is living at your house right now?"

Natalie Morgan gave a cynical laugh. "That’s right."

"Theodore’s lost his mind. How could he do something so foolish?" Felix Finch exhaled in frustration.

It wasn’t surprising for Theodore Grant to do something outrageous.

He was one of heaven’s favored sons, and also a tyrannical, unreasonable man.

For him, it was only a matter of whether he wanted to do something, not whether it was reasonable.

"I don’t care," she said, lowering her gaze slightly.

A flicker of obscure heartache showed in Felix Finch’s eyes before he quickly concealed it. "When I get the chance, I’ll talk to him again."

"There’s no need." She raised her wrist to check the time. "Felix, I have to get to my shift at the restaurant. Let’s talk again some other time."

"Alright. Be careful on your way."

He watched until Natalie Morgan disappeared from sight before turning back.

When he looked up, he saw a tall, familiar figure.

Felix Finch froze for a moment, then walked over to him. "You’re here. Why didn’t you say anything?"

"If I had, how could I have seen you on a date with my wife?" He tapped the ash from his cigarette, which fell near his feet. "Felix Finch, are you still not going to admit it?"

Faced with Theodore Grant’s baseless accusations,

Felix Finch couldn’t even be bothered to explain.

"If you’re determined to cook up some sordid story about me and Natalie Morgan, what can I do?"

"So you know it’s sordid?" A vicious sneer played on his lips as he grabbed Felix Finch by the collar. "Did you sleep with her?"

"Is it me you don’t trust, Natalie Morgan you don’t trust, or yourself you don’t trust?" He calmly gazed at the man before him, his friend of over twenty years. "Theodore, you’ve become truly unreasonable lately."

Felix Finch wanted very much to have a calm and rational conversation with him.

But Theodore Grant never gave him the chance.

They were friends of many years, yet every recent meeting ended on bad terms.

The bitterness in Felix Finch’s heart was no less than Theodore Grant’s.

"Theodore, if you really want to have a good life with Natalie Morgan, then send that Wanda Lynch away. As long as you keep her by your side, how can your relationship with Natalie possibly improve?"

Theodore Grant looked down and let out a derisive snort. "She told you that?"

"Does someone need to tell me? The news about you and Wanda Lynch is being broadcast on the big screens in the public square. Really, I don’t want to meddle in your family affairs, but don’t you think this is unfair to her?"

Felix Finch pleaded earnestly.

Theodore Grant was ungrateful, retorting sarcastically, "Looks like your heart aches for her."

Felix Finch took a deep breath.

’It seems that no matter what I say, Theodore Grant won’t listen.’

"Think whatever you want."

After Felix Finch left,

Theodore Grant lit another cigarette.

He stood in a spot untouched by the sun, taking drag after drag.

It seemed as if nothing in the world could ease the sorrow etched between his brows.

When Natalie Morgan returned home that evening, it was nearly ten o’clock.

Theodore Grant was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room. Seeing him, she paused for a moment.

"So late?" he asked, sitting stiffly upright. "Were you on a date?"

"Normal work hours."

"Did you meet with Felix Finch?" His tone was cool.

Natalie Morgan felt there was nothing to hide. "I did run into Felix."

"It seems you two have been up to plenty of shady business," he snorted coldly.

Natalie Morgan was already used to his snide, sarcastic remarks and didn’t bother to explain.

She stood at the doorway for a moment.

Theodore Grant didn’t say anything more. Feeling very uncomfortable, she changed her shoes. "I’m going upstairs."

A servant pushed Wanda Lynch out of the elevator. She smiled as she met Theodore Grant’s cold expression. "Theodore, why don’t you push me out for a walk?"

"Have Mrs. Wallace push you. I’m tired."

Her warm enthusiasm was met with a cold shoulder.

Although Wanda Lynch was unhappy, she maintained a gracious and poised smile. "Then you should rest early. Drink a glass of milk before bed, it’ll help you relax."

The butler took the wheelchair from the servant. "Miss Lynch, I’ll push you out for a walk."

"Walk my ass," she cursed, her expression turning cold and ill-tempered. "Push me back to my room."

The servant and the butler exchanged a look, shaking their heads speechlessly.

When Theodore Grant returned to the bedroom, Natalie Morgan was still in the shower.

He stood outside the bathroom, raising his hand to knock several times, only to let it fall again in despair.

CLICK.

The door opened from the inside. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Seeing Theodore Grant standing outside the door, Natalie Morgan’s heart tightened. "What are you doing standing here?"

"I... have something to tell you." He seemed slightly awkward.

She gave a soft "oh." "Go ahead."

"There’s a business banquet tomorrow. I want you to accompany me."

Natalie Morgan was stunned to hear this.

In their two years of marriage, Theodore Grant had never taken her to a public event.

In his eyes, she had never been presentable enough, and he had never treated her as the real Mrs. Grant.

For important events like this business banquet, he would either take Wanda Lynch or his secretary.

’How did it suddenly become my turn?’

"I’ve never attended such an important event. I don’t know the etiquette or what to say. You should take Wanda Lynch. She comes from a noble background, is sophisticated and charming, and everyone knows her. She won’t embarrass you."

Her words angered him, and he couldn’t help but scoff, "You really are a hopeless case."

She accepted it.

’He can say whatever he wants.’

She didn’t want to be stuck in Riverden after their divorce, unable to move on while still carrying the title of the former Mrs. Grant.

Her gaze fell, her heart heavy. ’Divorce. I must get a divorce.’

’Just endure a little longer. I just have to endure a little longer.’

She felt his gaze, as cold as shards of ice, and turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

After drying her hair, she had just lain down when Theodore Grant pressed down on top of her.

She didn’t resist; she knew it was useless.

She closed her eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted.

"Is it so unbearable to be with me?" He pinched her chin and bit down on it. "Natalie Morgan, open your eyes."