He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 38: The Man She Married Is a Bastard

Theodore Grant’s sharp eyes narrowed. "Sean Lane, you’d better stay away from me."

"The truth hurts, doesn’t it?" He tutted, a vicious smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I always thought I was the most twisted person in the world, but compared to you, I pale in comparison. I’d say even if Natalie Morgan isn’t dead, she’s close. She’s a complete invalid now anyway. Why not... give her to me?"

Theodore Grant gritted his teeth and grabbed Sean Lane by his clothes. "I wouldn’t mind making you disappear from this world, too."

"Why so angry?" Sean Lane said with a humorless smile. "Putting everything to its best use... isn’t that always Mr. Grant’s style?"

The moment the words left Sean Lane’s mouth, a solid fist connected with his face.

"You’d better watch yourself and stop provoking me. When I start swinging, I don’t care who I hit," Theodore Grant seethed.

Sean Lane suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh, big brother, you’re so strong. I’m so, so scared."

Theodore Grant stomped hard on Sean Lane’s feet a couple of times before he was satisfied.

Instead of getting angry, Sean Lane just laughed even harder.

Seeing his beloved youngest son get hit again, Lucas Grant’s chest filled with rage. "Has he gotten addicted to hitting people? Does he think I’m dead? Beating someone up every day, what’s wrong with him?"

"I’m fine." Sean Lane got up from the ground, dusting off his pants. "How’s the old man? Did he say any last words? If he really skips over you and gives Theodore Grant absolute control over the Grant Group, then the two of us are in for a rough time."

"Even if your grandfather made arrangements, they won’t count. He’s gone senile."

Lucas Grant’s eyes darkened.

’I can’t possibly be unable to handle my own son.’

「...」

When Natalie Morgan woke, the pungent smell of antiseptic filled her nostrils.

Her beautiful eyes stared listlessly at the white, glowing ceiling, completely vacant.

’Am I dead, or not?’

Slowly moving her eyes, she saw the bag of bright red liquid hanging on the IV stand.

"You’re awake."

Following the voice, Natalie Morgan looked toward the speaker.

It was Theodore Grant’s secretary, Noelle Bell.

’I’ve seen her a few times.’

’She’s never been pleasant to me, not even showing a hint of superficial respect.’

"You’ve lost too much blood, so you’ll need transfusions for a few more days. Mr. Grant is very busy, so he sent me to check on you. If you need anything, you can call me."

As she spoke, she set down her business card. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Natalie Morgan had no energy to speak, so she just listened.

"Miss Lynch has a lot going on, so if there’s nothing else here, I’ll head over there." Noelle Bell’s gaze was cold and disdainful.

Natalie Morgan still said nothing.

She turned her head away and listlessly closed her eyes again.

In the hospital room, nurses were constantly coming and going, changing her blood bags and medication, taking her temperature, and checking her blood pressure.

In her lighter moments of sleep, she could hear a few nurses whispering.

"She’s really got a strong will to live. They took so much blood from her, but she somehow didn’t die. Look at her little face. She’s been getting transfusions for three days, and she’s still so pale. It’s truly pitiful."

"I heard the old man in the VIP ward got her blood and is doing much better. This isn’t marrying into a rich family to live a life of luxury. She’s basically their personal blood bag."

"Isn’t that the truth? The old man is over ninety. Even if he’s living on borrowed time with her blood, he doesn’t have many years left, right? Sigh."

"When you get down to it, it’s because the man she married is a real piece of work. Even in our ordinary families, you’d never hear of someone using their own wife’s blood to save their grandfather. ’Cruel’ doesn’t even begin to describe it."

"They say marrying into wealth is a deep, dark ocean. It looks like it’s true."

"Shh, stop talking. Let’s go outside."

One after another, the young nurses left the room.

Natalie Morgan turned over, slowly lifting her slightly swollen eyelids.

’Yes, I really am hard to kill.’

’I actually survived.’

’Theodore Grant didn’t kill me because he’s waiting for the next time he needs to draw my blood.’

’If I died, how could he save his grandfather?’

’I get it.’

Natalie Morgan stayed in the hospital for ten days.

During that time, Theodore Grant never once came to visit her.

However, his secretary showed up just as she was about to be discharged.

"Your discharge papers have been processed."

Secretary Bell placed a stack of forms in front of Natalie Morgan, giving her a brief, indifferent glance.

Natalie Morgan didn’t speak.

So, she repeated herself, "I’m talking to you. You need to keep these documents safe."

"Secretary Bell, do you make a habit of speaking to people without addressing them properly?"

Natalie Morgan looked up at her, her eyes filled with countless bloodshot veins. Beneath her coldness was an inviolable dignity.

Secretary Bell was momentarily stunned.

Having been Theodore Grant’s secretary for years, she was an expert at sucking up to the powerful and stepping on the weak.

She had never given Natalie Morgan a second thought.

Her attitude toward Wanda Lynch was a thousand, no, ten thousand times better than her attitude toward the actual wife.

But now, Natalie’s attitude made her feel that something was different.

She pursed her lips. "Yes, Ma’am."

After helping Natalie Morgan pack her things, Secretary Bell went to pay the hospital bill.

On the way out, she added, "Mr. Grant will be staying at the Lynch Residence with Miss Lynch for the time being. After you get home, please try not to call and disturb him."

Natalie Morgan scoffed inwardly.

’Even if he begged me to call, I wouldn’t.’

’There was no need for a special reminder.’

The rest of the way was silent.

After Natalie Morgan returned to the Grant Family estate, Secretary Bell handed her things to the butler and left.

With Wanda Lynch gone, the house was much quieter.

Seeing how pale Natalie Morgan was, the butler moved to support her, but she dodged away.

"I’m fine."

A wave of sadness washed over the butler, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Then let me carry your things upstairs for you."

Back in her bedroom, she lay down.

Although her treatment was complete, her body was still very weak.

So weak that just walking a few steps made her heart rate spike to a nearly unbearable level.

"You can go. I’d like to rest for a while."

The butler nodded. "Of course, Ma’am. Just call me if you need anything."

「Evening.」

The crimson sunset flooded the ground, its ruby-like glow falling on Natalie Morgan’s face, lending it an unexpected touch of beauty.

An understated, elegant Rolls-Royce drove onto the Grant estate and stopped on the lawn.

Theodore Grant was back.

The woman sitting in the courtyard lifted her gaze to look at him.

He was wearing a black shirt, perfectly tucked into his suit trousers. With his tall, slender figure, he walked out of the afterglow of the sunset.

Like a god descending to earth.

But the light in her eyes as she looked at him was long gone, replaced by none of the anticipation and joyous delight of two years ago.

There was only cold indifference and disgust.

After just one glance, she retracted her gaze and continued reading the book in her hands: *How to Murder Your Husband*.

"You just got out of the hospital. You shouldn’t be out in the cold wind." He reached out and snatched the book from her hands. When he saw the title, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "It seems you really hate me."

"It’s just a book."

She stood up and walked inside, unwilling to speak with him any further.

"Have you contacted Thomas Morgan?" He casually tossed the book aside and sat down in the wicker chair Natalie had just vacated, lacing his fingers together. "I imagine you haven’t had the chance yet."

An inexplicable jolt of fear shot through Natalie Morgan’s heart.

Her pupils contracted. "What have you done to him now?"