He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 33: Did You Hurt Her?

Wanda Lynch wanted to take her anger out on Natalie Morgan.

The servants all cowered in the corners, not daring to speak.

"Are you all mute? Go get that bitch Natalie Morgan down here. I want to soak my feet."

The servants said nothing and didn’t move.

Furious, she struck the floor with her cane. "Natalie Morgan, get down here! Are you pretending to be deaf, you low-life scum?"

Theodore Grant wasn’t home.

Natalie Morgan paid Wanda Lynch no mind.

’Let her cry, let her throw a fit. It has nothing to do with me.’

But Wanda Lynch was twisted by nature.

Driven mad with rage, she suddenly grabbed a fruit knife.

The servants were terrified and hurriedly called for the butler.

Seeing her dangerous actions, Mr. Wallace was terrified he’d be held responsible if anything happened to her. He cautiously tried to placate her, "Miss Lynch, what is all this? Who angered you? Just tell me, and I’ll teach them a lesson for you."

"You’re all bullying me! All of you... you’re all bullying me..." Wanda Lynch suddenly burst into tears, her eyes turning bright red. "I’m telling you, sooner or later, I will be the mistress of this house."

"Miss Lynch, please put the knife down first. Whatever it is, we can talk it through." The butler’s eyes were fixed on the tip of the blade. "Didn’t you want to soak your feet? I’ll go get the water for you. You can have a nice, long soak."

"I want Natalie Morgan to do it for me. Go get her down here."

The butler was in a difficult position, but he had no choice. "Alright, I’ll go get Mrs. Grant. Please, don’t get agitated."

Upstairs, Natalie Morgan had long since heard enough of Wanda Lynch’s hysterics.

The moment the butler knocked, she coldly refused. "Don’t come to me. If she wants to die, then let her die. I’m not waiting on her."

"But, Mrs. Grant..."

"Go."

"Yes."

As if walking on thin ice, the butler relayed Natalie Morgan’s words to Wanda Lynch.

Who would have thought that without a moment’s hesitation, she would plunge the knife into her own chest.

Blood gushed from her chest, and the household servants screamed in terror.

Natalie Morgan thought a burglar had broken in.

When she looked down from the second floor, Wanda Lynch was already lying in a pool of blood, the wound in her chest staining her designer white dress red.

Her heart tightened. ’Did she really kill herself?’

"Mrs. Grant, Miss Lynch stabbed herself! You have to come down and see!" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The butler was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Natalie Morgan had no intention of getting involved.

She hadn’t expected Wanda Lynch’s temper to be so extreme. She wanted to help but was afraid Wanda would turn around and blame her.

Looking at the blood-soaked woman taking shallow, ragged breaths, she asked the butler, "Have you called an ambulance?"

"Yes, and I’ve notified Mr. Grant. He’s on his way back."

’Notifying Theodore Grant was the right move.’

’After all, this is the woman he loves, his one true love. If anything happened to her, everyone would have to pay the price.’

The ambulance arrived before Theodore Grant.

Once Wanda was loaded into the ambulance, it left the Grant Residence.

Looking at the blood on the floor and the knife used for self-harm, Natalie Morgan still tidied up the house.

’Theodore Grant must have gone to the hospital,’ she thought. ’He won’t be coming back here.’

’He probably won’t have the energy to pick a fight over the screen incident.’

’I need to get some proper sleep.’

「Early the next morning.」

The man returned, his eyes bloodshot.

Natalie Morgan was just about to head to the hospital.

"Stop." He looked at her, his cold, handsome face filled with rage. "Did you hurt her?"

A look of disbelief spread across Natalie Morgan’s face.

’Is this baseless slander ever going to end?’

"Of course not," she said in a low voice, suppressing her anger.

"If it wasn’t you, then how did she get so badly injured?" He grabbed her wrist, pulling her in front of him. He glared at her hatefully, as if he wanted to devour her. "Are you trying to tell me she stabbed herself?"

"Why is it so impossible that she stabbed herself?" A cold, mocking sneer full of contempt appeared on her lips. "You really think she’s a normal person, don’t you?"

"Is she more abnormal than you?" His deep eyes narrowed into slits, his fists clenched. "Wanda Lynch told me with her own mouth that you stabbed her. Are you still not going to admit it? Do we have to go to the police station for you to finally confess?"

’The police station?’

’This man in front of me... is he really planning to send me to jail just to get revenge for Wanda Lynch?’

"How can I admit to something I didn’t do?" Turmoil churned in her chest. "Does everything have to be blamed on me for things to be normal?"

"Fine. So you won’t admit it, is that right?"

He walked over to the table and picked up the knife Natalie Morgan had put away the night before. "You said you didn’t do it. In that case, your fingerprints definitely won’t be on the weapon, right?"

The woman’s pupils constricted.

’Last night, I was the one who cleaned the scene. I was the one who put the knife away. Of course my fingerprints would be on it.’

’Is he really going to convict me based on that alone?’

"Theodore Grant, do you just believe everything Wanda Lynch says? If that’s the case, then call the police. Better yet, have me sentenced to death. Then we can all be free."

Her chest heaved.

Her expression, filled with utter disappointment, turned into one of feigned indifference.

’The incident with the screen wasn’t even over.’

’And now I’m caught up in an attempted murder.’

’If you want me dead, you don’t have to go to all this trouble.’

"Feeling guilty?" he stared at her, pointing the tip of the knife at her chest. "If you’re willing to take a stab for her, I might consider not holding you responsible."

She stared at the man holding the knife out to her.

Her reddened eyes slowly filled with tears.

On her pale face, even her lips had lost their color.

Filled with resentment, she looked at the cold glint of the blade. "Theodore Grant, if you care about her so much, why don’t you just marry her?"

"You always believe her pack of lies without question. Who is Mrs. Grant here, her or me?"

"Fine. Since you want to get revenge for her so badly, then let’s do it."

Natalie Morgan suddenly snatched the knife from Theodore Grant’s hand.

The night before, she had wiped the bloody knife clean.

The blade was ice-cold, just like the heart of the man before her.

"Mr. Grant, where would you like me to stab?"

She asked him with a smile, looking like a weeping lily of the valley.

A flicker of an unreadable emotion crossed his eyes.

"The heart?" She pointed the knife at her own heart. "Did Wanda Lynch’s wound here make Mr. Grant’s heart ache? It’s okay. I’ll pay her back."

Without any hesitation, she plunged it downward with all her might.

’How foolish I am.’

’He didn’t come back to hear the truth.’

’If this stab could kill me, it would be a blessing.’

In the instant the tip of the knife plunged toward her heart, the man grabbed the sharp blade with his bare hand. Blood quickly seeped from his palm, dripping down his hand and onto her chest.

She never thought he would grab the knife from her.

Her chest heaved uncontrollably as an expression of disbelief crossed her face.

Her fingers unconsciously released the hilt.

The man winced in pain and threw the knife away.

In Theodore Grant’s eyes, Natalie Morgan had always been timid, fearful, and someone who knew how to silently swallow her grievances.

Who could have imagined that she would actually be this ruthless to herself, that she could be so crazed.

"You’re insane."