He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 155: This Mother and Son Both Want Him Dead

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: This Mother and Son Both Want Him Dead

She never took the man’s outstretched arm. Instead, she turned and walked into the living room.

Theodore Grant... ’She really is heartless.’

Since no one else was going to help him, he had to help himself.

He struggled up from the floor, clutching his aching lower back, and glanced back at the murder weapon.

One of Momo’s Ultraman toys.

He was so exasperated he had to laugh.

This mother and son were really trying to kill him, one way or another.

"Yes, that’s right. I don’t know how he got poked... probably by something sharp. The address? The address is at— Hey..."

Theodore Grant snatched the phone from Natalie Morgan’s ear.

He immediately pressed the hang-up button.

"It’s just a small wound. I can take care of it myself."

"The wound is on your lower back. Can you even treat it yourself?" She wasn’t worried he wouldn’t be able to; she was worried he would make an unreasonable demand. "I still think you should go to the hospital. After all, your life is quite valuable."

"Natalie Morgan, don’t you have a conscience?" he said, clutching the wound on his lower back as he closed in on her step by step. "I saved your son twice, and I saved you once. So what? You can’t even help me with a small wound? Is that any way for a person to act?"

Natalie Morgan was speechless.

"And you keep talking about repaying me. You plan on doing it with just your words?" He was getting angry.

Natalie Morgan was at a loss for words.

She had just parted her lips to retort.

A large hand gripped the back of her neck, and in the next second, his searing lips were on hers.

The kiss was completely unexpected.

Before she could figure out how to resist, he released her. "Then again, repaying me with your mouth isn’t a bad option."

Natalie Morgan’s eyes flew wide...

She was just about to call him shameless.

Her lips were captured again, and this time, his kiss was pure, aggressive possession.

His large hand, invasive and brazen, slipped under her clothes and easily unfastened the clasp of her bra.

A sudden chill sent her heart racing.

She shoved him away with all her might.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Her brow was furrowed, her face flushed red with anger.

But he was unfazed, raising a hand to gently pinch her pouting cheeks. A doting smile touched his lips. "We’re like an old married couple. Still getting shy?"

"Who’s an old married couple with you? My name is Willow Childs, not Natalie Morgan." The woman slapped his hand away, her voice like ice.

She needed to remind him that the woman named Natalie Morgan was already long dead.

’I won’t develop any feelings for him.’

’A dead heart is dead. It can’t be revived with a couple of kisses or a night in bed.’

’I’m a person, not a dog that wags its tail for a scrap of food.’

"Fine."

He didn’t argue the point with her.

"In that case, would you please help me with my wound, Miss Childs?" He pointed to a nearby drawer, then turned and lay face down on the wide sofa. "There’s a first-aid kit inside."

Natalie Morgan was not at all willing to do this.

But she compliantly went to get the first-aid kit anyway.

The wound wasn’t very long, but it was a fairly deep gash.

"What did you fall on?" she asked.

"Your son’s Ultraman."

He lay on the sofa, letting the cold touch of the alcohol send waves of tingling numbness through his body.

’If not for the sliver of sanity I have left, I’d take her right here and now.’

"Oh." She cleaned the wound with alcohol, applied some medicinal powder, and then wrapped it with gauze. "Don’t get the wound wet. You should hold off on showering."

After treating the wound, she put the first-aid kit back in its place.

As if remembering something, she turned back to ask him, "You called for me earlier. What did you want to say?"

"Tomorrow, a new vice president is coming for the auction house. I need you to go to the airport to pick them up."

Natalie Morgan replied, "Understood."

"And one more thing," he said, sitting up from the sofa and buttoning his shirt. "Come help me up."

Natalie Morgan was speechless.

’And I thought he had something important to say.’

"You hurt your back, not your legs. Can’t you walk?"

"If my back has no strength, my legs are useless," he said, holding out his arm with a weak expression. "Just help me up. What more could I possibly do to you?"

Natalie Morgan was exasperated.

She had no choice but to go over and help him.

"Let’s take the elevator."

She didn’t have the strength to haul his dead weight up to the second floor.

After much difficulty, she finally got Theodore Grant to the second floor and into his bedroom.

She felt like her own back was about to break.

Natalie Morgan turned to leave.

He raised a hand and grabbed her wrist, a smile on his face. "How about it? You should at least help me wash up, right?"

"Theodore Grant, don’t push your luck." She refused, her expression sour.

"If you don’t want to, then forget it." He didn’t press the issue, though he was clearly displeased. "I’ll manage by myself later."

She ignored him.

She walked straight out of the bedroom.

「The next day.」

Morning sunlight slipped through a gap in the curtains, gently falling beside the bed.

Natalie Morgan had gotten up extra early and gone to the office.

She wore a crisp business suit, looking sharp and competent. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The new vice president’s flight was due to land at ten o’clock.

She asked Henry Hughes to accompany her to the airport.

"Manager Childs, should we take a company car?" Henry Hughes asked her.

Natalie Morgan smiled and nodded. "Yes, you drive. We’ll leave in a moment."

"Alright."

A short while later, Henry Hughes was behind the wheel of a company car, pulling slowly away from the curb. Natalie Morgan sat in the passenger seat, and the two of them headed for the airport.

「Meanwhile.」

The man who had planned to spend the day resting at home was instead sitting in the living room, focused on his laptop as he dealt with work.

Weller Kendall rushed in, his face anxious and gasping for breath. "Mr. Grant, this is bad! Something terrible has happened!"

"Slow down," Theodore Grant said, closing his laptop. He picked up the coffee from the table, took a small sip, and looked up at him. "What’s wrong?"

"Wanda Lynch just called. She said Felix Finch is going to make a move against Natalie."

Weller Kendall took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Theodore Grant’s brow twitched, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He had long suspected Felix Finch wouldn’t give up so easily, but he hadn’t expected him to be this impatient.

"What’s his plan?" Theodore Grant asked, his voice low.

Weller Kendall quickly replied, "Wanda Lynch said it seems Felix Finch has tampered with the cars at Natalie’s company. He’s also set up a signal jammer. Her company’s been busy lately, and she’s always out in the cars. I’m afraid..."

Before Weller Kendall could finish, Theodore Grant cut him off, his voice tense. "What? He tampered with the company cars? Today... I sent Natalie Morgan to the airport to pick up the new vice president..."

He glanced at his watch. By now, she would have already left.

He let out a low curse and violently tossed his laptop aside.

"Go! Right now! We have to intercept that car!"

"Yes, sir."

Along the way, Weller Kendall tried calling Natalie Morgan’s phone repeatedly, but each time he got the same automated message: "The number you have dialed is not in service."

The cold, robotic voice seemed to be a grim reminder that their chances of success were slim to none.

"Mr. Grant, the highway to the airport is a winding mountain road. It’s got a sheer cliff face on one side and a bottomless ravine on the other. If the brakes really fail... I’m afraid not even a god could save them."

Theodore Grant’s expression was grim.

A ruthless light glinted in his deep-set eyes.

He knew the dangers of that road even better than Weller Kendall did.

At seventy-five miles per hour, it would be a death sentence.

Theodore Grant took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm the storm raging within him.

He knew he had to stay calm and rational to handle what was coming.

"Stop the car."

The car veered to a stop on the side of the road. Weller Kendall asked, confused, "Mr. Grant, what is it?"