He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 5: Release My Brother

Natalie Morgan lifted Thomas Morgan’s clothes to check his body.

Rumor had it this hospital was a black market factory for organ trafficking. She was terrified something completely unexpected would happen.

"Thank God, thank God. They haven’t done anything yet. Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get you out of here. You have to take care of yourself."

The boy didn’t say a single word, like a soulless puppet.

He didn’t speak, didn’t fuss, didn’t cry, didn’t laugh.

It was only when they were being separated that he finally said, "Don’t worry about me."

Thomas Morgan was taken away.

And Natalie Morgan was kicked out of the hospital.

「That evening.」

Natalie Morgan returned to the home she shared with Theodore Grant.

The man was sitting in the living room, a few buttons on his pajamas casually undone. He looked languid and sexy, the red wine in his hand swaying alluringly.

He swirled the delicate glass gently, looking utterly listless.

Natalie Morgan walked up to him, humbling herself, terrified of angering him. "Theodore Grant, I’m begging you. Please, let my brother go. Can you do that?"

The man suddenly laughed. "What’s so bad about where he is?"

"That’s no place for a human being." She knelt before him, her voice a desperate plea. "That place will drive him insane! He’s already lost his legs. Can’t you just have some pity on him?"

"I just sent him there for treatment. It’s not like I’m trying to kill him." Theodore Grant toyed with his wine glass with one hand and seized her chin with the other. "What are you so anxious about?"

"There’s nothing wrong with his mind! He’s a normal person. Do you have to drive him crazy? If this is still about Wanda Lynch, you can take it all out on me."

Theodore Grant was insistent on treating Wanda Lynch’s leg injury as a debt owed by the Morgan family.

And she was willing to bear the consequences.

"You? Heh." He roughly shoved her away and drained the red wine from his glass.

Natalie Morgan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "You can name your terms. Just let my brother go."

"What makes you think you’re qualified to negotiate with me?" He chuckled, his eyes filled with contempt. "Natalie Morgan, do you really see yourself as a bargaining chip?"

’She knew that in his eyes, she wasn’t even worth a damn. She had no illusions about her own standing.’

"I’ll do whatever you want." Swallowing all her grievances, she gently clutched his arm and continued to plead, "You can even take my life. I just beg you, please, spare Thomas Morgan."

He swept the wine bottle off the table and onto the marble floor. Shards of glass scattered amidst the spilled red wine, like a rose blooming in crystal.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his.

She understood what he meant.

He was getting justice for Wanda Lynch.

He wanted her to feel the pain in Wanda Lynch’s knees.

「A moment later.」

She knelt on the crimson-stained glass shards.

The glass dug into her knees, the piercing pain forcing her eyes shut.

Her trembling fingers clenched into tight fists.

Blood quickly soaked through her beige pants.

"Sir." The housekeeper came jogging over, holding the cordless phone. "It’s a call from Miss Lynch. For you."

Theodore Grant took the phone, said a few words, then grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

Before leaving, he turned to glance at Natalie Morgan. "When you’ve figured out whether you want a divorce or not, then you can come talk to me about whether Thomas Morgan can be discharged."

Once Theodore Grant’s car was far away...

The housekeeper helped Natalie Morgan up, her voice full of heartache. "Madam, why must you put yourself through this?"

Seeing the pool of blood on the floor, her own heart ached in sympathy.

’How could a married couple like this even exist in the world?’

The pain was so intense Natalie Morgan could barely stand. "Ms. Wallace, could you please get the first-aid kit for me?"

"Madam, you should go to the hospital to get that treated! Your knees are full of glass fragments. How can you possibly handle that yourself?"

"I’ll be fine."

Natalie Morgan gave her wounds a simple dressing on her own.

Limping, she left the house.

「Sitting in a taxi.」

She listlessly gazed at the huge screen in the city square.

On it, a man was carrying a delicate-looking woman up a flight of stairs with one arm, his other hand holding a unique cane.

That’s right.

It was Theodore Grant and Wanda Lynch.

The location was the second floor of the Riverden Grand Theater. There was an art exhibition tonight.

Neither of them shied away from the reporters’ flashing cameras. They gazed into each other’s eyes, their look tender and full of love.

’Once upon a time, she too had fantasized that Theodore Grant would look at her like that.’

’But her joyful rush toward him had only been met with cold shoulders and scorn.’

’His love was miserly, just enough for Wanda Lynch alone.’

Her phone vibrated in her palm.

Natalie Morgan tore her gaze away. "Hello?"

"Nattie, I just saw Theodore Grant on the news." Serena Sutton’s voice was cautious. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Her voice was cold, laced with restrained suffering.

For the past two years, Serena Sutton had never pried into Natalie Morgan’s love life, let alone interfered with her marriage.

Because she knew that once Natalie Morgan made up her mind, wild horses couldn’t drag her away.

But today, she couldn’t help but say, "Haven’t you had enough disappointment yet?"

"I’m pretty much a joke," she said self-deprecatingly.

"You have the right not to be a joke. If you’re willing, I can find the most famous lawyer in Riverden to handle your divorce case."

’She was only afraid that Natalie Morgan wouldn’t want to leave.’

"Claire, I’ve already decided." She looked at the large screen in the square again.

The sight of the two of them in the reporters’ lenses stung her eyes. "Divorce."

"Really?" Serena Sutton almost screamed, her voice tinged with excitement. "Did he agree?"

"Not yet."

"That’s okay, take it slow. He won’t drag it out with you for too long. He’s probably dying to make things official with Wanda Lynch."

Even the paparazzi in Riverden could smell that Theodore Grant wanted to make Wanda Lynch his wife.

But Elder Grant wanted her bloodline, so Theodore Grant had to be careful.

’Too bad she was most likely unable to get pregnant anymore. The Grant Family’s wishful thinking was about to come to nothing.’

"Claire, there’s something else I need your help with."

"Name it."

"Unity Hospital."

Serena Sutton knew about as much about Unity Hospital as Natalie Morgan did.

She didn’t understand why she’d suddenly bring it up. "What’s wrong?"

"Theodore Grant sent Thomas Morgan to Unity Hospital. I went to see him today. His mental state is really bad..."

"Is this because of Wanda Lynch again?"

Everything Theodore Grant did to the Morgan family was because of Wanda Lynch.

You didn’t even have to guess.

A sharp pain shot through Natalie Morgan’s knee, reminding her that the way she had just been treated was also because of Wanda Lynch.

"Who else could it be but her?"

"Back then, your family did everything they could to treat Wanda Lynch’s knee. What more does she want? And that Theodore Grant must be sick in the head. The hospital botched the surgery and she was left with complications, so he should be going after the hospital, not blaming your family!"

Theodore Grant was just too in love. Every inch of pain Wanda Lynch suffered, he felt in his own heart.

On top of that, as soon as Wanda Lynch returned to the Lynch family, one tragedy after another befell them.

First, Mr. Lynch died suddenly of a heart attack. Unable to accept it, Mrs. Lynch slit her wrists in the middle of the night.