He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 137: That’s Not How You Ask for a Favor

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: That’s Not How You Ask for a Favor

The woman looked over at the reef not far away.

’Why is Theodore Grant getting rough with Felix Finch again?’

’That man is so short-tempered and unstable.’

She looked up. The clouds were growing thicker. She wondered if it would rain soon.

The wind and waves on the sea grew a little stronger.

Felix Finch returned, holding a fishing rod.

Natalie Morgan asked him worriedly, "Did you get into a fight with Theodore Grant?"

"No," he said with a gentle smile. "You know what he’s like. He has a terrible temper. If a conversation doesn’t go his way, he gets like that. Don’t worry, it’s nothing."

"Let’s just stay for a little while longer and then go." She didn’t want to linger here.

"Okay." Felix Finch picked up Momo, his eyes full of adoration. "How about Uncle takes you over there to fish?"

"Okay! Okay!" The little guy was ecstatic.

He wrapped his arms around Felix Finch’s neck as Felix walked ahead, with Natalie Morgan following behind.

The spot was very close to the yacht.

That put her at ease.

"Mommy, I want a little crab." No longer content with just fishing, the little boy pestered Natalie Morgan, asking for this and that.

The woman looked at the distant beach and asked her son, "Do you want to come with me to catch little crabs?"

The little guy turned and hugged Felix Finch’s neck. "I want fishies and little crabs. Mommy, you go by yourself."

"Natalie, why don’t you go over there and catch a few little crabs for him? I’ll take him on the boat to fish for a bit, and we’ll head back soon."

Natalie Morgan thought Felix Finch spoiled the child too much.

’You can’t indulge a child like this.’

"You can’t just agree to everything he asks for."

"He’s just a kid. It’s fine." He smiled and tweaked Momo’s nose, and the little boy giggled.

Natalie Morgan took the small bucket and went to the nearby beach to catch little crabs.

The wind was picking up.

The slender woman was a bit unsteady in the wind.

Theodore Grant and Weller Kendall walked over.

He had intended to greet Natalie Morgan, but the woman deliberately avoided him. Feeling snubbed, he headed toward his own yacht.

"Mr. Grant, you’re actually... kind of pathetic," Weller Kendall said recklessly, speaking his mind.

Theodore Grant...

He raised his hand and smacked him. "So you’ve learned how to twist the knife, have you?"

"No, no, I wouldn’t dare."

A fierce gust of wind swept through.

The yachts, once moored peacefully by the shore, were now like duckweed on the waves, tossed about by the rising and falling sea.

Natalie Morgan’s clear eyes were fixed on the yachts rocking on the sea, and a strange sense of worry washed over her.

She glanced down at the small bucket in her hand, which held the few little crabs she had just caught.

’That’s enough. I should go back.’

The weather changed abruptly.

A furious wind raged.

Natalie Morgan could barely take a step.

A few of the yachts had even been blown over, exposing their white hulls.

Rain.

It came without warning, pouring down in sheets.

Just as the woman had nowhere to hide, Theodore Grant walked over, holding an umbrella.

"You went out on the sea without an umbrella?"

"I don’t need your phony kindness." She tried to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "How am I being phony now?"

"Theodore Grant, you don’t really want to start a fight with me here, do you?" She had no interest, looking at his face with disgust. "Let go of me."

He let go irritably.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the woman dashed into the rain.

But she had only taken a few steps when she saw their yacht get swept up by the storm right before her eyes, flipping over several times.

Her eyes suddenly widened. She stared blankly ahead, her mouth hanging open for a long time.

As if she had lost her voice, she ran toward the yacht with heavy steps.

’No.’

’My child is still on that boat.’

"Momo..."

She paid no mind to her clothes being torn at by the fierce wind, nor to the fact that her swimming skills were hopelessly inadequate in these dark waters.

She jumped into the sea and swam desperately toward the scene of the accident.

In the distance, she saw Felix Finch’s head break the surface of the water.

"Felix..." She swam toward him.

But she saw that her son was not in his arms. "Where’s Momo? Where’s my child?"

she demanded, her eyes bloodshot.

The man shook his head apologetically. "I went to pour him some juice, and the boat capsized. I couldn’t find him. Don’t panic, I’ll go look again."

’My baby can’t swim.’

’If he fell into the sea, he would just sink.’

’And neither of them could dive...’

Suddenly, she thought of something.

She swam frantically toward the shore.

She was soaked through with a mixture of seawater and rain, the wet clothes feeling incredibly heavy and cold against her skin.

Her teeth chattered from the cold.

She grabbed the man who was about to leave and board his boat.

"Theodore Grant, can you... can you save my son?"

She knew he could dive.

But she also knew he most likely wouldn’t save her son.

But right now, she had no one else to turn to.

Staring into the man’s cold, merciless eyes, she slowly sank to her knees. "Please, Theodore Grant, save my son. I’m begging you."

She just knelt there, drenched in the rain.

Humbly yet resentfully, she begged, pleading with the man holding the umbrella before her to help.

"This isn’t how you beg someone." He crouched down, raising a hand to grip her chin. "Do you think just by kneeling and kowtowing, someone will risk their life to save a stranger?"

"I know. I have no other choice. Whatever your conditions are, I’ll agree to them. Please, save him. He’s so young. Please..."

She gripped his pant leg tightly, her eyes terribly red.

For a fleeting moment, she was on the verge of telling him that it was his child, too.

But she didn’t. She was betting that Theodore Grant might impose many twisted conditions, but in the end, he would still go and save the boy.

"Natalie Morgan, I don’t want to make any deals with you right now. You should ask your dear Felix to go back into the sea and look for him."

Theodore Grant didn’t want to say any more.

’He knew it very well. Making a deal was wrong, but not saving the boy was also wrong.’

’In any case, she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.’

’Why bother being the bad guy?’

"Felix Finch can’t dive! Only you can! Theodore Grant, you’re the only one who can save him! Please, help me..." She shook her head, losing control, repeatedly assuring him she was willing. "Whatever you ask, I’ll agree. I won’t blame you for taking advantage of my desperation. Really, I really won’t."

Natalie Morgan’s pitiable and deeply helpless expression moved him.

He had no feelings for the child.

But he did have them for the woman in front of him.

The child was hers. If he coldly refused, the boy most likely wouldn’t survive.

Even if he jumped in to save him now, there was no guarantee the boy would make it.

"If you insist on betting everything on me, then... come back to me, and I’ll save your son." He took a deep breath. ’Fine, I’ll be the villain one more time.’ "You can refuse."

"Fine, I agree." She wiped the tears and rain from her face, as if she could finally see a glimmer of hope. "As long as you save my son, I’ll agree to anything. I won’t go back on my word."

"Natalie Morgan, when I say ’come back,’ I don’t just mean be by my side. I mean we’ll eat together, sleep together, be together..."

’She knew what he was demanding.’

’He wouldn’t take her back just to not touch her.’

’Maid, cook, gardener, bed warmer... none of it mattered compared to her son’s life.’

’She knew she was falling into hell, but she wasn’t afraid—as long as her baby was alive.’

"I agree to everything. Can you go save my son now?" Her fingertips, stiff with cold, gripped his arm, her eyes trembling.