He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 50: The First Time His Heart Stirred

She always managed to infuriate Theodore Grant with ease.

He lost control, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her down onto the sofa. He gritted his teeth. "You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Natalie Morgan met his gaze, her eyes cold.

His body was pressed tightly against hers, and she was repulsed by his weight and his very presence.

He lowered his head to kiss her lips.

She turned away in disgust. "Theodore Grant, let’s just let each other go."

"Have you paid your debt to me?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his gaze eerily calm and deep.

Natalie Morgan was speechless.

’When would it ever be enough?’

’Would it only be over when we’re both dead?’

"Theodore." Wanda Lynch pushed open the study door and walked in. Seeing Theodore Grant pinning Natalie Morgan to the sofa, her eyes turned red with jealousy, but her face remained gentle and calm. "Are you busy?"

Theodore Grant let go of Natalie, stood up, and looked at Wanda Lynch. "What is it?"

"Dr. Aldridge called. He said there’s a donor for the kidney and the heart." As she spoke, she shot a deliberate glance at Natalie Morgan. "I heard it’s a transfer from Crestview Hospital. Something about a project being canceled."

Natalie Morgan’s heart clenched.

’She was clearly talking about my mother.’

’It all made sense. Everything finally clicked into place.’

’Theodore Grant didn’t acquire the hospital just to get back at me. It was mostly for Wanda Lynch.’

’He didn’t want to restart the project to save my mother’s life.’

’He just wanted to keep her alive.’

’As long as my mother was alive, the organs Wanda needed would stay viable.’

’To find a suitable donor for Wanda Lynch, they set their sights on my own mother.’

’But that was the woman who raised Wanda Lynch for more than ten years!’

’How could they be so cruel?’

She shook her head, took two hopeless steps back, and her vision went black. With a THUMP, she collapsed onto the floor.

"Natalie, what’s wrong?" Wanda Lynch feigned concern, making a show of helping her up. "Are you alright? Are you not feeling well?"

Using the opportunity to help her up, she leaned close to Natalie Morgan’s ear. "You can’t win against me. Theodore Grant acquired that hospital for my sake. The only reason your mom is still breathing is because I still need her."

The two of them were very close.

So close that when Wanda Lynch lowered her voice, Theodore Grant couldn’t hear a thing.

Natalie Morgan’s eyes were bloodshot. She glared at Wanda Lynch and suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair.

Her grip was incredibly strong, and Wanda Lynch shrieked in pain.

"Theodore, quick, help me!"

Theodore Grant grabbed Natalie Morgan and tried to pry her hand open, but he couldn’t. With another tug, he ended up ripping out a chunk of Wanda Lynch’s hair.

"Natalie Morgan, have you gone insane?"

Wanda Lynch stared at the lock of her hair, still clutched in Natalie Morgan’s hand.

’She was furious.’

Natalie Morgan’s eyes were fixed on Wanda Lynch, as if she wanted to skin her alive.

"Mrs. Wallace, take Natalie downstairs to rest," Theodore Grant called out.

Mrs. Wallace quickly came upstairs and led Natalie Morgan away.

Wanda Lynch covered her face and sobbed. "What could have possibly set Natalie off like that? She’s taking it all out on me. What did I do wrong, Theodore?"

Theodore Grant’s expression was cold.

Even he wasn’t stupid enough to miss that Wanda Lynch had said those things on purpose to provoke Natalie Morgan.

"The patient at Crestview Hospital... isn’t she your mother?"

Wanda Lynch didn’t understand why Theodore Grant was asking this.

She feigned shock, her eyes widening. "Are you saying... the donor for my organs at Crestview Hospital... is my adoptive mother?"

"If it really came down to you taking her organs, could you bear to do it?" His gaze was deep and inscrutable.

Wanda Lynch bit her lip slightly as tears started to fall. "You know... back then, to save money, she sent me to that hospital, and that’s why my leg never healed properly and my body was left with complications. I truly did hate her for it, but... Theodore, she did raise me for so many years. I wouldn’t want to."

Theodore Grant’s expression softened slightly.

In his mind, Wanda Lynch had never been a malicious person.

Relieved, he gently smoothed her hair. "You’re not well. Go get some rest first. As for the donor, I promise I won’t make you wait too long."

"Theodore, I really didn’t know the donor from Crestview Hospital was my adoptive mother. I really didn’t."

She shook her head and used the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist, burying herself in his embrace.

He didn’t push her away, patting her back gently a couple of times. "Go rest."

"Okay. You should get some rest soon, too."

After Wanda Lynch left, he sat in the study for a while.

On a bookshelf in the study, there was a picture frame wrapped in blue cloth.

He took it down and gently removed the cloth.

It was a portrait.

An ink wash painting of himself from six years ago, with a bright smile.

Below it was a date, written in elegant script.

That day, a group of art students were on a sketching trip as part of their training for the college entrance exams.

He had been passing by chance.

The young men and women were full of youthful energy, and they greeted him cheerfully one by one.

He looked up, and his gaze met a pair of beautiful eyes.

The girl was wearing a white baseball cap, a white sun-protection jacket, and her hair was tied in a high ponytail. An aqua-blue mask covered most of her face.

Like many of her classmates, she waved at him, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

That was the first time his heart had ever skipped a beat.

As the sketching session was ending, the girl found him and handed him a portrait.

"Hey, handsome. This is for you." Her voice was a little hoarse, and she smiled shyly. "I have a cold, so my voice sounds a bit weird. Don’t mind it."

"Did you draw this?" He was pleasantly surprised. In the painting, he looked like an innocent youth. "You made me look younger."

"I didn’t. You really are that young."

Her teacher called for her. The young woman waved. "I’ve gotta go!"

"Hey, what’s your name?"

He never got a response.

From start to finish, he never saw what she really looked like. But the sunlight was so perfect that day that even bundled up as she was, she seemed to glow with beauty.

Later on, Wanda Lynch found him and claimed to be the one who painted the portrait.

Even though something felt off, he still accepted the girl who had once made his heart race.

He took a deep breath, placed the painting in a cabinet, and locked it away.

「Back in the bedroom.」

Natalie Morgan’s small frame was curled into a tight ball in the corner of the large bed.

When she saw Theodore Grant walk in, a wave of intense hatred washed over her. She stumbled out of bed and rushed toward him.

She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist.

Unable to vent her hatred, she lowered her head and bit down on his arm. He tried to push her away but couldn’t. Not until her mouth filled with the taste of blood did she finally, limply, let go.

"Natalie Morgan, I’ve been too easy on you, haven’t I?"

He shoved her away and looked at his arm.

On his forearm were two neat rows of teeth marks, bloody and raw.

"This was all your plan, wasn’t it?" she asked, her lips and teeth trembling.

Theodore Grant gave her a cold glance. "What plan?"

"From the moment Wanda Lynch needed a new heart and kidney, you planned it all. You were going to take my mom’s organs, weren’t you?" She knew he wouldn’t admit it. It didn’t matter; she didn’t need his confession. "The project, that was your doing too, right? You wanted to get my mom’s body into the best possible condition to meet Wanda Lynch’s needs for a heart and kidney transplant."