He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 129: He Most Likely Won’t Make It

She shook her head.

Her gaze cold, she turned and ran out.

Theodore Grant quickly lost consciousness and passed out...

"Mr. Grant."

"Mr. Grant."

Weller Kendall rushed over. Seeing the man lying in a pool of blood, he had no idea what had happened.

With Theodore Grant’s skills, the chances of him getting hurt were slim to none.

And in his own home, no less. There were no signs of a struggle in the room, so how did he end up getting stabbed?

The man was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Natalie Morgan had also returned home.

She was terrified, but she didn’t regret it.

Even if he died, she wouldn’t feel a shred of pity. Her only regret was that she hadn’t seen her father yet. ’I should have forced him to tell me where my father is before I stabbed him.’

’Worst case scenario... a life for a life.’

’But my baby is still so young...’

After turning it over and over in her mind, she called Serena Sutton.

"If anything happens to me, I’m entrusting Momo to you."

Serena Sutton was completely baffled. "Are you getting your affairs in order? What happened?"

"I stabbed Theodore Grant. He’ll probably die. If he dies, the Grant Family won’t let me go. I’ll likely have to pay with my life. Momo is still little, and you’re the only one I can trust Momo with."

Natalie Morgan’s tone was steady.

It sounded more like she was talking about someone else’s business.

But the woman on the other end of the line felt like her head was about to explode. "What? You stabbed Theodore Grant? Where did you stab him? In the heart? How could you be so impulsive? Is it worth throwing your own life away for a man like that?"

’It isn’t worth it.’

’But at that moment, it was all I wanted to do.’

It was no exaggeration to say that for the past three years she’d been away, she had dreamed of killing him.

"I think... he’s most likely not going to make it."

’No matter how inhuman Theodore Grant is, he’s still Momo’s biological father. If the child grows up... and finds out their own mother killed their father, and that their mother lost her life because of it...’

’How could a child bear that?’

Serena Sutton didn’t dare say this out loud.

She was afraid of letting Natalie’s mind run wild.

"What on earth... happened between you two?"

"Serena, it turns out my dad isn’t dead. Theodore Grant... he hid my dad. I’m so angry. Five years. A full five years! How could he look me in the eye and lie like that?"

The woman on the other end of the line was stunned.

’Maxwell Morgan isn’t dead, but has been held captive by Theodore Grant for five years without a single word getting out? That does sound strange.’

"Who told you this?"

"Felix Finch told me. And I also opened the U-drive that Sean Lane gave me back then. There was a video of my dad on it. It was definitely Theodore Grant’s doing."

’Actually, all the evidence had pointed to Theodore Grant back then.’

’But I loved him then.’

’How could I have believed he could be so cruel?’

’Things are different now. Without love, I can see it all more rationally.’

’Since he did something like this, he should pay the price.’

Serena Sutton was at a loss. "So, Theodore Grant... is he really going to die?"

Natalie Morgan didn’t know either.

She hadn’t called an ambulance for him. Even if the stab wound wasn’t fatal, if no one found him in time to take him to the hospital, he would slowly bleed out.

"Forget it, Serena. Just take good care of Momo for me. I’ll give you all my money."

"What would I do with your money?" Serena Sutton was also very nervous, but she still had to comfort Natalie. "Listen to me. I’m coming to Fenchest right away. I’ll take Momo with me. If Theodore Grant doesn’t die, you two can sort out your grievances slowly."

Natalie Morgan sighed softly, her heart a mix of complicated emotions.

’How could I know if Theodore Grant is dead or alive? The outcome of all this has probably already gone far beyond what I expected.’

’It would be best if he died. That would end everything.’

’For both of us, it would be a kind of release. The entanglements and grudges would vanish with his passing.’

Meanwhile, Theodore Grant’s situation was indeed dire.

Although he had quickly grabbed the blade, preventing it from piercing any vital organs, he had lost too much blood and his life was hanging by a thread.

After a full day and night of emergency treatment, he was still hovering on the brink of death, fighting for his life.

Weller Kendall was burning with anxiety. The situation was not optimistic.

He thought for a moment and finally decided to call Claire Grant to briefly explain the situation to her.

Claire Grant was so shocked by the news that she was speechless for a long time.

Soon, Claire Grant arrived in Fenchest.

The light of the emergency room was still on.

"What’s the situation?" she asked, anxious and uneasy.

Weller Kendall could only describe what he had seen. "He’s badly injured. By the time I arrived, he had already lost a lot of blood."

"This is just audacious. It’s intentional assault." She looked worriedly toward the emergency room, her heart pounding fast and erratically. "Did you call the police?"

"No," he said truthfully.

"No?" Claire Grant didn’t think Weller Kendall was so clueless and looked at the man in astonishment. "He’s injured this badly, and you didn’t call the police? Have you lost your mind?"

"It was..." Weller Kendall lowered his head, looking troubled. "...Mr. Grant told me not to."

’He gets stabbed and won’t let anyone call the police?’

’Has Theodore Grant lost his mind too?’

’No.’

Claire Grant’s eyes narrowed slightly. "He knows the person who stabbed him?"

"I suppose so. There were no signs of a struggle at home either. I suspect it was..."

"Who do you suspect?" Claire Grant asked.

"His wife, probably."

’His wife?’

Claire Grant was dumbfounded.

"What wife?"

"Natalie Morgan. I’m guessing she’s the one who stabbed Mr. Grant."

Claire Grant was so stunned by this barrage of information that she was completely floored.

"You’re saying Natalie Morgan is still alive? But back then..." ’I clearly saw Natalie Morgan’s ashes being buried with my own eyes.’

Weller Kendall didn’t know where to begin. "It’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you later."

"If it was really Natalie who stabbed him, then I’d say he deserves to die." Claire Grant suddenly seemed to come to terms with it. "He should atone for his sins against her. Dying ten thousand times wouldn’t be enough."

Weller Kendall: ...

’Is this really his biological sister?’

’She sounds more like his sister-in-law.’

"Since this is a matter between the two of them, and I’m neither a judge nor a savior, I can’t interfere, nor do I want to. If he really doesn’t make it, just let me know then."

As she spoke, her figure was already receding into the distance.

Weller Kendall opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something. "Ms. Claire, this..."

’She just... left...?!’

The man’s life hung in the balance.

Weller Kendall’s heart was in his throat.

Doctors and nurses rushed in and out. There were many papers to sign, and a critical condition notice had already been issued.

’Is this really an inescapable fate this time?’

「A few days later.」

Weller Kendall knocked on Natalie Morgan’s door.

The moment she saw him, her first thought was of Theodore Grant.

Weller Kendall’s expression was grim, the exhaustion in his eyes obvious. "Mrs. Grant."

"I’m not any ’Mrs. Grant’," she said coldly, rejecting the title.

Weller Kendall had no choice but to use a different address. "Miss Childs, there’s something I..."

"That’s right, I’m the one who stabbed Theodore Grant. Go tell the police. Have them come and arrest me. Since I did it, I’ll take responsibility for it."

She blocked the doorway, showing no intention of letting Weller Kendall in.

"I didn’t come here to point fingers," he said.

Natalie Morgan froze for a second. "Then you’re here to..."

"Although they managed to save Mr. Grant’s life, he hasn’t woken up yet. His condition is quite serious, and we don’t know if he’ll pull through." Weller Kendall’s voice choked up, his eyes red-rimmed. "Actually, you don’t know how much he suffered, how guilty he felt during the three years you were gone. He..."

"Weller Kendall," Natalie Morgan cut him off coldly. "If you came here to tell me about these things, I’m not interested at all."