He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 4: A Good Man

Tall birch trees surrounded the hospital, blocking out the sun year-round.

The iron gates were shut tight. Occasionally, a bloodcurdling scream would echo from within.

Natalie Morgan rang the time-worn doorbell at the entrance.

Soon, a palm-sized slit slid open on the door. A hostile voice asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I’m here to see Thomas Morgan."

"It’s not visiting hours." The slit snapped shut.

Natalie knocked urgently. "I just want to see him for a moment! Just one look is all I need."

The slit slid open again, revealing an impatient face. "Didn’t I just tell you? It’s not visiting hours."

"Then... when are visiting hours?"

"Friday."

The slit slammed shut again.

Natalie’s heart sank with it.

Just as she was about to turn back, another heart-wrenching scream tore through the air from inside the courtyard. She couldn’t help but clutch the front of her shirt.

’No.’

’I can’t let my brother stay in here.’

After returning home, she cleaned out a room and bought some daily necessities.

In the two years since she’d gotten married, she hadn’t earned a single penny.

Thomas would occasionally transfer her a few thousand yuan.

She had never been willing to spend any of it.

A quick calculation showed she had saved up tens of thousands. This money could cover part of her mother’s expenses at the town hospital.

When she couldn’t afford better treatment for her mother, all she could hope for was to keep her alive.

’As long as she’s here, I still have a family.’

Grabbing her bag, Natalie Morgan took a taxi to the hospital where her mother was staying.

"Doctor, I’m Yulia White’s daughter. I’m here to..."

The doctor looked up from the medical chart, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Natalie?"

Natalie was taken aback, but mostly surprised. "Felix? What are you doing here?"

"I’m here to... What are you here for?"

"My mom’s a patient here. I’m here to pay her hospital fees."

Felix Finch pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking confused. "Isn’t your mother at Theodore’s hospital? Why was she transferred here?"

"The fees over there were too high. I couldn’t afford them, so..." Natalie forced a bleak smile. "...Felix, I’m going to go pay the bill now."

Felix stood up and took the bill from Natalie’s hand. "I’m more familiar with this place. Let me take you."

"Thank you."

Everyone in the Grant Family, including him as their family doctor, knew that Theodore Grant and Natalie Morgan’s relationship was mediocre at best.

But kicking Natalie’s mother out of a hospital with excellent facilities in every respect—that was something Felix found very hard to understand.

On the way to the billing office, he asked, "Did you have a fight with Theodore?"

"No."

"At the Grant Group’s hospital, your mother had a good chance of waking up. A town hospital... it doesn’t have the same quality of care. It’s possible she might..."

"I know."

’How could she not know?’

’But did she have a choice?’

Even the treatment at this hospital—if Theodore Grant wanted to stop it, he could do it in a matter of minutes.

After they paid the bill, the two of them walked out of the billing office.

In the distance, they saw the most impressive license plate in Riverden—six eights. It could only be Theodore Grant.

After the car parked, Theodore Grant got out first, then walked around to the back and lifted Wanda Lynch out, handing her a crutch.

From start to finish, he was incredibly patient and gentle.

In an instant, she understood why Felix was here. "Theodore Grant sent you, didn’t he?"

"Theodore asked me to come get Wanda’s medical records from before her knee surgery. He wants to send her abroad for treatment. Don’t overthink it."

Natalie scoffed. ’Theodore Grant really spares no effort for Wanda Lynch.’

Wanda Lynch’s knee injury was from an accident.

Back then, she was still a daughter of the Morgan Family.

Although the Morgan Family wasn’t wealthy, they had still paid for Wanda’s joint replacement surgery.

Unfortunately, the hospital’s standards at the time were limited. The surgery failed, leaving her with a limp. The medication she took during treatment also damaged her heart and kidneys, leaving her permanently unable to conceive.

Theodore knew full well that another surgery on Wanda’s leg would be futile, yet he was still searching the world for a cure for her.

It’s obvious when you love someone.

And even more obvious when you don’t.

"I won’t disturb you two." Natalie turned away. "Felix, I’m heading back now."

"Okay."

Just as Natalie was about to walk away, Wanda Lynch’s voice, as melodious as a lark’s, called out to her, "Natalie."

Natalie took a deep breath and turned around, her expression serene.

"I knew it was you, but Theodore said I must have seen the wrong person." Wanda leaned against Theodore Grant, a pure and innocent smile on her face. "Natalie, don’t get the wrong idea. Theodore is just helping me get my medical records. You know my leg makes things inconvenient."

A pang of bitterness shot through Natalie’s heart.

’Her man really is a good Samaritan.’

"Our Mr. Grant has always been this helpful, and not just to you."

Wanda’s smile faltered. "Yes, Theodore is a good person."

’A good person?’

’How ironic.’

Theodore Grant supported Wanda as they walked inside, speaking to Felix Finch as he went. "Have you found the medical records?"

"I’m still looking for them," Felix replied quickly.

"Then what are you wasting time out here for?"

Wanda didn’t forget to turn and say goodbye to Natalie. "Well, we’re heading in now."

As Natalie watched them go, seeing how carefully Theodore supported her, treating her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, her eyes suddenly began to sting.

The man she loved with her life and soul was giving all his tenderness to someone else.

「On Friday.」

Natalie Morgan went to Unity Hospital.

The place was heavily guarded, with high walls and electric fences. It was easy to think of the phrase ’escape is impossible’.

She also saw many familiar faces.

There were celebrities who had once been household names, rich heirs who were always making headlines, and even some officials who often appeared on television.

This place was far more complex than she had imagined.

It would be nearly impossible for her to get Thomas out of here on her own.

After taking a number, she was directed to a cold, empty room.

There weren’t many visitors, and everyone seemed weighed down by their worries, sitting in silence.

"Number 04, is Thomas Morgan’s family here?"

"I-I am." Natalie excitedly held up her number card. "I’m Number 04."

The staff member who called the number gave Natalie a detached glance. "Follow me."

Natalie followed the staff member’s steps, turning left and right, going up and down stairs, before being led into a room furnished with only a single table.

"Wait here."

"Oh, okay."

She sat down anxiously, tightly gripping the strap of her bag.

Ten minutes later, Thomas was wheeled in.

"You have half an hour. Say what you need to say quickly." After leaving him there, the staff member left.

The man in the wheelchair had a vacant stare. His shoulders were hunched, his back was stooped, his cheeks were hollow, and his face was covered in patchy stubble. Natalie’s eyes immediately reddened.

"Thomas." She knelt in front of him, calling his name softly.

"Thomas, can you hear me?" She took his large hand in hers, rubbing it gently, her eyes bloodshot. "Are they bullying you in here? Tell me."

"Thomas, what did they do to you? Why are you like this? Please, just say something, okay?"

"It’s me, your sister. Look at me. Did they hit you? Are they not feeding you? Did they hurt you?"