He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 126: Who Asked You to Save Me?

The man gripped the blade hard and gave it a sharp pull, yanking the mugger off-balance.

Then, he lifted his leg and landed a heavy kick on the man.

The mugger was sent flying by the kick, crashing heavily to the ground.

Terrified, he scrambled backward on the ground.

"Get lost," the man roared.

After watching the mugger wisely scramble away, the man turned and helped the woman up. "Are you okay? What are you doing in such a secluded place?"

Only then did Natalie Morgan get a clear look at the man’s face.

It was Theodore Grant.

As if she had touched something filthy, she shoved him away. "Stay out of my business."

"I just saved you. A little gratitude wouldn’t hurt, you know?" His palm was still bleeding. "The least you could do is come with me to get this looked at."

"Who asked you to save me? Trying to be a hero?" Natalie Morgan was completely unappreciative.

Theodore Grant stared speechlessly at her. "Fine, I did it of my own free will, alright? I’ll even pay for my own medical bills. Just come with me. Can you at least do that?"

"You’re the one who’s hurt. Why should I go with you?" Natalie Morgan shoved the man blocking her path away in disgust. "Don’t try to pull a scam on me."

Theodore Grant was speechless.

He watched her walk away with resolute steps.

He couldn’t help but call out after her. "This road is so dark! Aren’t you afraid you’ll run into someone else with bad intentions?"

"No one could be as dangerous as you."

Watching her get farther and farther away, Theodore Grant stood frozen for a few seconds before breaking into a jog to catch up.

"What is wrong with you? Why can’t you appreciate a good deed?"

Natalie Morgan gave Theodore Grant a cool glance, then pulled out her phone and dialed 911. "Hello, 911? There’s a stalker here who won’t stop harassing me. I’m on Alder Street... Yes, that’s right. Please come quickly."

Theodore Grant was speechless.

’She’s... calling the police?’

"Since when am I a stalker?" he said, angrily grabbing her arm to stop her. "I saved your life out of kindness, and you call the cops on me? What’s the meaning of this?"

"Kindness?" She let out a contemptuous laugh. "Were you being kind, or were you following me? How is it that you just happened to show up in such a secluded spot?"

"Follow you? You think I have nothing better to do?"

"Whether you do or not, you can explain it to the police." She brandished her phone at him as a warning. "Stop following me."

"You..."

The wail of a police siren grew closer.

Theodore Grant swore under his breath.

He stuck a cigarette between his lips, cupped his hand against the wind to light it, and took a deep drag. He watched her until she reached a well-lit area, only then did he relax.

Weller Kendall never would have dreamed that his first task upon returning to Fenchest would be to pick up Theodore Grant from a police station.

He was shocked, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but be amused.

"Mr. Grant, you play the hero saving the damsel in distress, but instead of her pledging eternal gratitude, she calls the cops on you. That’s a pretty pathetic outcome."

"You’re laughing at me too?" Theodore raised his bandaged hand and feigned a swing at Weller Kendall, who dodged with a smile. "I’m not laughing at you, sir. I just mean, look at you. You’re injured like this, and she couldn’t care less."

"Her heart belongs to Felix Finch."

When Theodore Grant said this, his tone was sour, tinged with an inscrutable helplessness.

Weller Kendall opened the car door. "Mr. Grant, let’s go."

The car drove back to Theodore Grant’s home in Fenchest.

Without a moment’s delay, Weller Kendall began to report on the situation with Maxwell Morgan.

"Mr. Grant, I’ve brought him to Fenchest. He’s under watch. When would you like to go interrogate him yourself?"

’Interrogate?’

’No,’ he thought, ’it’s more that I need to know the truth.’

"We need him to talk of his own accord."

"Maxwell Morgan was in Yarrow, living under the name Abel Sawyer. He married a kindergarten teacher and she even gave him a son. According to my investigation, Maxwell Morgan had a secret mistress even before the scandal broke. This kindergarten teacher is most likely her." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Theodore Grant’s brow furrowed.

’A mistress?’

’Before the scandal, Maxwell Morgan was a mid-level official.’

’How did he dare keep a mistress?’

’And if he wasn’t corrupt, how could he have afforded one?’

’Was it for love?’

’That seems unlikely.’

"So he faked his death just to live a carefree life with his mistress?"

From what Weller Kendall had gathered, that seemed to be the case. "When we found him, he was celebrating his new wife’s birthday. They looked quite happy."

Theodore Grant’s expression darkened.

He rose to his feet. "Let’s go. Time to pay a visit to my dear father-in-law."

"Yes, sir."

The room was heavily guarded.

An indescribable tension and pressure filled the air.

For a moment, Theodore Grant was stunned when he saw Maxwell Morgan.

The man hadn’t changed. In fact, he looked a bit younger than before. His clothes were neat and tasteful, his complexion was rosy, and he carried an air of smug self-satisfaction.

"It looks like you’ve had a good few years."

"Theodore Grant, what’s the meaning of this? Why did you bring me here? I’m your father-in-law," Maxwell Morgan said, looking at his son-in-law with displeasure. "Was there something you couldn’t say back in Yarrow? Do you have any idea how worried my family is?"

"My dear father-in-law, aren’t you supposed to be dead?" Theodore Grant raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping to a low, mocking tone. "How did you... come back to life? And who, exactly, is this ’family’ of yours?"

"I..." He grunted, unwilling to explain. "...Just tell me what you want from me."

"Who gave you the idea for that ’golden cicada sheds its shell’ trick back then?" His piercing gaze met Maxwell Morgan’s evasive one, and his voice became lower, forbidding any argument. "And who helped you disappear from Riverden and start a new life in Yarrow without a trace?"

"I don’t have to tell you," he said, turning his face away.

"Don’t you want to know what your wife, your daughter, and even your son have been through in the five years since you’ve been gone?"

Maxwell Morgan, knowing he was in the wrong, said nothing, his gaze darting about evasively.

"Your wife is dead. If she knew that you were living with another woman while she was still alive, and that you even faked your own death, it would be enough to make her rise from her grave in anger."

"I wronged Yulia, I admit it. But I still have nothing to tell you."

Theodore Grant took a deep breath and let out a soft snort. "Since my dear father-in-law doesn’t wish to say anything, I won’t press him. Weller Kendall, take *good care* of Mr. Morgan."

A complex, sinister light glinted in his eyes.

Weller Kendall understood. "Yes, sir."

’He won’t talk?’

’Then we’ll use other methods.’

It didn’t take three days.

Maxwell Morgan confessed everything.

"Mr. Grant, it turns out the incident back then was connected to the Finch family. Felix Finch was behind it."

"It was Felix Finch who reported Maxwell Morgan back then. Then he got the media to spread the story that the Grant Group was using its connection to the Morgan family to engage in corrupt dealings. The narrative was that when the scheme failed, you turned around and reported your own man to cut your losses. A few days after Maxwell Morgan’s arrest, he ’committed suicide,’ and another rumor started that you had used certain methods to drive him to it."

"If Maxwell Morgan hadn’t ’died,’ the truth would have eventually come out. Felix Finch didn’t want that, so he made Morgan an offer: if he faked his death, Finch would smuggle him out to live a carefree life with his mistress. He even gave him a large sum of money and a new identity in Yarrow."

"The rumor that spread all over Riverden—that you personally sent your own father-in-law to prison and drove him to his death—that was also started by Felix Finch."

Weller Kendall couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.

’What was Felix Finch’s motive for all this?’

’At the time, the scandal with Maxwell Morgan caused a huge uproar, and the Grant Group’s reputation took a hit, but fundamentally, it didn’t cause any lasting damage.’

’So why would he go to all that trouble?’

"Mr. Grant, what on earth was Dr. Finch’s goal in doing all this?"

Theodore Grant also felt that things were getting more and more complicated.

"Investigate Felix Finch. Find out what he’s been doing all these years."

"Yes, sir."

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