He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 117: Some People Are Just Bad Seeds

「Three years later, at a hospital in Fenchest.」

The hospital was bustling with people, and the faint scent of disinfectant hung in the air.

A young mother, her face etched with anxiety, sat across from an orthopedic doctor, holding a little boy of about three.

There was a noticeable dark bruise on the boy’s calf.

"Doctor, my son’s leg... is it okay? I see it’s all bruised."

The doctor carefully examined the little boy’s leg, pressing gently on the bruised area to observe his reaction.

"I don’t think it’s anything serious." The doctor offered a reassuring smile. "Kids are always bumping into things. There’s no need for parents to worry too much. For now, let’s just keep an eye on it for a few days."

The woman felt a little relieved but was still uneasy. "What if the pain doesn’t get any better?"

"If you’re really worried, you can get an X-ray. That will give us a clearer picture of your son’s injury." The doctor started writing out a prescription. "But from what I can see, it’s probably nothing to worry about."

The woman took the prescription slip from the doctor, glanced at the name of the medication, and nodded.

"Okay, then. I’ll apply the medicine for a few days and see how it goes."

"Try not to worry too much."

She nodded, picked up her son, and walked out.

A man walking from the opposite direction was in the middle of a discussion with Weller Kendall.

"Let’s discuss the acquisition amount in more detail. We have to win this project," Theodore Grant’s voice held an unquestionable decisiveness.

"Yes, Mr. Grant." Weller Kendall noted it down diligently.

Theodore Grant pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up, just in time to see the woman carrying a child walking away in the opposite direction.

Her figure seemed to overlap with a memory, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his chest.

Over the past three years, he had seen countless women with backs that resembled Natalie Morgan’s.

Every time, he couldn’t stop himself from rushing forward, desperate to see if it was her.

But each disappointment forced him to accept that Natalie Morgan had vanished from his world, never to return.

By now, he had calmly accepted the fact that many people in this world simply look alike.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Grant?" Weller Kendall asked with concern.

Theodore Grant shook his head. "It’s nothing. Let’s head back to the hotel."

The woman returned home and gently placed her sleeping son on his little bed.

Three years ago, she had fled Riverden, a city full of painful memories, and arrived in the unfamiliar city of Fenchest.

She had hoped to start a new life with a completely new identity.

But fate had played a cruel joke on her.

She was pregnant.

The sudden news had caught her completely off guard, yet it also filled her with joy and anticipation.

To make a living, she found a job as a housekeeper, caring for an elderly man who was sick and bedridden.

Seeing that she had no one to rely on, was pregnant, and didn’t even have a legal identity, the old man took pity on her.

He proposed a sham marriage to give her a legal identity so she could find a proper job in Fenchest.

She accepted the old man’s kind offer.

Just a few days after they received their marriage certificate, the old man passed away.

Having no children of his own, he left his house and savings to Natalie Morgan.

Natalie Morgan changed her name to Willow Childs, got a new ID card, had the tear-shaped mole near her eye removed, cut her hair short, and started wearing glasses.

She became an art teacher.

These past three years had been difficult, juggling work while raising a child on her own.

Fortunately, her neighbors were all very kind, and her son was now old enough for preschool.

Gently holding her son’s small hand, her eyes filled with a loving warmth.

"What happened?" Serena Sutton rushed in, her eyes immediately falling on the sleeping boy on the bed. She scanned his little body. "How did he get hurt? What kind of job is the preschool teacher doing?"

Serena Sutton’s brow was tightly furrowed, her tone laced with reproach and dissatisfaction.

"It was just kids playing around, a bit of pushing and shoving. It’s normal. It wasn’t on purpose."

Natalie Morgan gently tugged on Serena Sutton’s sleeve, signaling for her to lower her voice so she wouldn’t wake the sleeping boy.

The two of them walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Serena Sutton couldn’t hide her agitation. "So you didn’t talk to the other kid’s parents? Has school violence already reached preschools?"

"It’s not that serious," Natalie Morgan soothed. "Don’t get so worked up. I already spoke with the teacher. It was just some careless roughhousing between the kids, nothing intentional."

"You shouldn’t take this so lightly." Serena Sutton had been reading news about school violence recently and couldn’t help but feel worried and uneasy. "Bullying isn’t limited to elementary or middle school. Some people are just born bad."

"You’re getting carried away," Natalie Morgan said with a laugh, shaking her head.

Serena Sutton pursed her lips. "Isn’t that just like Theodore Grant? Born bad. The world is full of people like him."

Hearing that name, Natalie Morgan’s heart clenched.

She didn’t want to hear that name. It only served to stir up a past she would rather not remember.

"Why bring him up for no reason?" She was having a stress reaction.

Serena Sutton pursed her lips apologetically. "I didn’t mean to bring him up. It’s just that today’s incident made him the first ’bad guy’ that popped into my head."

"Don’t worry about it."

She never taught her son to bully others.

But she also never taught him to just endure everything.

’Endurance only leads to being wronged, and it emboldens the wicked.’

’She had endured for so many years, and all she got in return was a faked death and a narrow escape.’

"Oh, right, Nattie, didn’t Dr. Finch say his uncle is turning sixty in a few days? He’s coming to Fenchest for it. Are you going with him to the celebration?"

Felix Finch’s aunt, his father’s sister, was married to a very prominent figure in Fenchest.

A few years ago, the Finch Family was consistently suppressed by the Grant Family.

The Finch Family had moved a portion of their business to Fenchest, and their smooth development there over the past few years was largely thanks to the crucial role played by this uncle.

Then again, over these three years, Felix Finch had helped Natalie Morgan out a great deal.

Out of both sentiment and propriety, she felt she had to take this opportunity to repay some of the kindness he’d shown her.

"He did mention it to me."

"So you agreed?" In Serena Sutton’s eyes, meeting the family meant things between them were pretty much settled. "Does that mean you and Dr. Finch are...?"

"He and I..."

Although Felix Finch had confessed his feelings for her, both openly and subtly, many times over the past three years.

After being so deeply hurt by Theodore Grant, she still hadn’t found the courage to start a new relationship.

And she had her son.

’There was no need to start another relationship, or get married again.’

"Dr. Finch is a really good man—gentle, refined, a true gentleman. He would definitely treat you well."

Serena Sutton hoped someone could take care of Natalie Morgan and her son.

And Felix Finch was the most suitable candidate.

But in Natalie Morgan’s view, while it was true that Felix Finch was a good man, she wasn’t sure if he was the right man for her.

"Claire, could you help me prepare a presentable gift? Felix has helped me so much over these past three years. I want to use this opportunity to properly repay his kindness."

"Why does that sound like you’re trying to clear the slate with him? That’s completely unnecessary."

Natalie Morgan shook her head. "It’s not about clearing the slate. It’s about not always being indebted to him. Debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay."