He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 51: She Had Even Decided on the Pose for Death
Her eyes, rimmed with red, stared fixedly at the man before her. "You stopped the project because my mother’s body meets your requirements now. You don’t need her to wake up, do you?"
"Theodore Grant, you’re despicable, shameless, worse than a beast," she cursed.
He grabbed a tissue to press against his bleeding wound, looking down at her. "This is what the Morgan Family owes her."
"Why is it always us owing her? Does she not owe us anything?"
She screamed hoarsely.
The grievances of all these years washed over her like a tidal wave.
All she knew was that she was on the verge of breaking down—the kind of breakdown that makes you want to kill someone.
Natalie Morgan staggered back two steps and collapsed onto the floor.
"Executioners. You’re all executioners."
"Not happy about it?" He crouched down, looking at the woman. "Natalie Morgan, the only one who can save your mother now is you. If you’re willing to go to the Grant Group and behave..."
"As long as I go to the Grant Group, you’ll let my mother live? You won’t take her organs?" Her lips trembled violently.
’I can be bullied. I can agree to all his demands, as long as he stops hurting them.’ "Theodore Grant, my mom has done nothing wrong. You can’t do this to her."
"I promise."
His voice was very soft.
It didn’t sound particularly sincere.
’But what more could she demand of him?’
"Fine, I’ll go." She closed her eyes in despair. "I’ll go work at the Grant Group."
Her voice grew fainter with each word.
’I’ll do whatever he says.’
Afraid she would burst out crying, she shoved her hand into her mouth.
Her life was already in ruins. No matter how much resentment she felt, she could only swallow it.
She bit down hard on her hand until blood started to drip from the wound.
Only then did Theodore Grant belatedly realize what she was doing and pry her mouth open. "Doesn’t that hurt? How can you be so cruel to yourself?"
He forcibly pulled her hand away from her teeth.
"Mrs. Wallace, bring the first-aid kit up."
Natalie Morgan laughed. And as she laughed, tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.
’So I cried after all.’
’So pathetic.’
The housekeeper brought the first-aid kit up, and without daring to ask any questions, quickly left.
Theodore Grant opened a bottle of alcohol and poured it directly onto her palm. "This will sting. Bear with it. If you really can’t stand it, you can bite me."
Natalie Morgan was like a puppet.
She thought she wouldn’t feel any pain.
But when the alcohol flowed over her wound, she instinctively tried to pull her hand back from the stinging pain.
"Hold still. It’ll be over in a moment."
"Theodore Grant, get away from me! I don’t want you here! Get out!" she shrieked, losing control again.
His expression remained blank as he disinfected the wound, applied medicine, and wrapped it with gauze. He watched her with a calmness that bordered on indifference. "Get some rest. Report to the Grant Group first thing tomorrow morning."
The bedroom door clicked shut.
Natalie Morgan broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
That night, Natalie Morgan sat on the floor, staring at the night sky and crying until morning.
Several times, she thought about jumping straight from the second-floor window.
’I’ve even figured out the position,’ she thought. ’Head first.’
But there were too many people she couldn’t leave behind.
She couldn’t be so selfish.
After a sleepless night, she finally saw the dawn.
She washed her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was only in her twenties, yet she looked as exhausted as a manual laborer just back from the job market.
When she went downstairs, the housekeeper had already set out breakfast.
Although she had little appetite, she sat down and began to eat a slice of toast.
Theodore Grant and Wanda Lynch emerged from the elevator.
Both of them instinctively looked towards the woman eating breakfast.
"Natalie, good morning!" Wanda Lynch greeted her cheerfully.
Natalie Morgan shot her a look as cold as a dagger.
Wanda looked a little embarrassed, turning to Theodore Grant with a pout. "Theodore, I heard Natalie is going to work at your company. I want to go too. Can you arrange a job for me?"
"Your leg is still giving you trouble. You need to recover and wait for your surgery. It’s best for you to rest at home. Be good," he coaxed her gently.
"No, I don’t want you to just take care of me. I want to earn my own money." She wrapped her arms around Theodore Grant’s arm, trying to curry favor. "My leg may be lame, but my spirit isn’t. I want to be independent. I want to work."
"We’ll see."
He neither agreed nor refused.
In Wanda Lynch’s eyes, that meant yes.
"Natalie, we’ll be colleagues soon!" She was overjoyed, and clearly wanted to show off in front of Natalie Morgan.
Natalie Morgan finished her toast and shot Wanda a cold glance. "The Grant Group is hiring high school graduates now?"
"What’s that supposed to mean?" What she hated most was when people attacked her for her education level. "I only lost the chance to go to college because of my leg injury!"
Natalie Morgan couldn’t be bothered to respond to her.
She grabbed her bag, ready to head to the Grant Group to report for work.
Theodore Grant quickly caught up to her, grabbing her by the wrist. "Let’s go together."
"I’ll take a taxi myself." She shook him off and walked away.
The man’s handsome brow furrowed slightly. He turned and walked to his car.
Sitting in the car, he grew angrier the more he thought about it. He picked up his phone and sent a text to Natalie Morgan: "At the office, you are not to reveal our relationship. Or you’ll face the consequences."
Natalie Morgan stared coldly at the message.
She raised her hand and promptly blocked Theodore Grant.
’He didn’t even need to remind me.’
Theodore Grant paused for a moment, then picked up his phone again and sent her another message: "I meant it would be inconvenient for work."
! Message sent. Rejected by recipient.
’She blocked me again?’
The man was so angry he threw his phone onto the passenger seat.
...
After checking in with Human Resources, Natalie Morgan went to the Design Department alone and found the supervisor, Mona.
"Hello, I’m the new hire. My name is Natalie Morgan."
Mona pushed the glasses up the bridge of her nose and stared at Natalie Morgan for a moment. "You’re new?"
"Yes."
’She’s quite pretty.’ Mona was always wary of pretty faces with no real talent, afraid she was another one forced into the department by some executive. "Who recommended you?"
"I submitted my resume on my own."
Mona’s skeptical gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds. "Is that so."
She didn’t say anything more and led Natalie Morgan to her workstation. "You can sit here. Our department is busy designing a new facade for the company’s promotional materials. Even though you’re new, you can try to get involved."
"Okay."
Natalie Morgan was very quiet. During work hours, she rarely got up to walk around.
Mona came out to check on her a few times and, seeing that she didn’t have any bad habits, began to relax.
At noon, someone from HR came to ask if she needed a spot in the employee dormitory.
"It’s a company benefit. All single employees can apply for a room. We have quads, doubles, and singles. The quad rooms are free. Doubles cost three hundred a month, and singles are five hundred a month. It’s deducted from your salary, and all utilities and internet are included." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
’A single room would be more convenient, and five hundred isn’t that much. Plus, I’d save on utilities and internet. It’s actually a pretty good deal.’
"I’ll apply for a single room, then."
The HR person noted it down carefully. "The single rooms are in high demand. We’ll see what’s available. We’ll notify you when one opens up."
"Okay, great. Thank you."
Not long after the HR person left, Mona hurried over. "Morgan, go to the CEO’s office and ask Secretary Bell for the original drafts of the corporate image proposals our department submitted last year."
"Okay, Mona."
Before she even reached the secretarial department, Natalie Morgan heard Noelle Bell’s laughter. "Miss Lynch, you’re too funny. Asking me to take care of you? You’re going to be the CEO’s wife soon. It’s me who’ll need you to look out for me!"
