He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 64: Why Would I Bully Her?

On the way back to the old family home, Natalie Morgan’s slender body stayed pressed tightly against the car door.

Theodore Grant patted the seat next to him. "Move over here."

Her tear-dampened eyelashes slowly lifted. She looked at him and shook her head.

When she cried, there was an innate, shattered quality about her.

Especially in bed, he would often lose himself in it, unable to pull away.

He withdrew his gaze from her face. "You’d better drop that lifeless act. Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’d been bullying you."

"Haven’t you?" Her voice was faint and airy.

Theodore Grant stared at her coldly and sneered, "You call our life together ’bullying’? Or are you trying to play the victim over your attempted murder, too?"

’Anything she didn’t want was ’bullying,’ whether in bed or out of it.’

’Clearly, this man didn’t understand such a simple truth.’

Natalie Morgan gently pressed her small face against the car window, looking lonely and desolate.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the old family home.

After the man got out of the car, he held his hand out to Natalie Morgan.

She reflexively pulled her hands behind her back, but when she noticed the slight change in Theodore Grant’s expression, she placed her hand in his.

Her hand was cold.

His large palm was warm and dry.

’But it wasn’t the warmth she needed.’

They walked into the courtyard of the old family home.

In the distance, they saw Claire Grant.

"Natalie."

"Sis." Natalie Morgan politely forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

Claire Grant glanced unhappily at her younger brother. "Were you bullying Natalie again?"

"Why would I bully her?"

"He wasn’t?" Claire Grant tilted her head to look at Natalie Morgan. It was obvious she had been crying. "Natalie, did he really not bully you?"

"No, Sis." Natalie Morgan didn’t want Claire Grant to focus all her attention on her. "When did you get back?"

"I just got in this afternoon, so I invited you two over for dinner tonight." Claire Grant took Natalie Morgan’s hand and led her inside. "Today’s a good day, you know. Grandpa is in especially good spirits."

The two women walked ahead.

Theodore Grant followed behind, his hands in his pockets.

The streetlight illuminated Natalie Morgan’s profile, casting a soft glow on her, making her unreasonably beautiful.

To welcome Claire Grant back, the family home had specially prepared a table full of dishes.

Lucas Grant was rarely home, and as usual, Helena Sullivan’s face was expressionless.

The Old Master’s complexion, on the other hand, was much better than usual.

He even sipped at a small half-glass of red wine.

"Grandpa, are you this happy because I’m back?" Claire Grant asked, smiling playfully.

The Old Master raised a hand and patted her head. "In the future, with Theodore and you here for the Grant family, Grandpa can rest easy."

"What are you saying, Grandpa? We can only rest easy if you’re here with us." Claire Grant picked up a piece of lobster meat and placed it in the Old Master’s bowl. "Grandpa, you have to stay healthy and live for another thirty years, okay?"

"Wouldn’t that make me an old monster?" The Old Master laughed, his amusement clear.

Natalie Morgan kept her head down, eating quietly and elegantly.

In the Grant family, she had little presence. When they chatted, she couldn’t get a word in, nor did she dare to try.

Only when the Old Master called her name did she look up, a bit dazed. "Grandpa."

"Ah, Natalie. Grandpa knows you’ve been wronged lately. I’m well aware of it. Come, Grandpa will toast you. Thank you for your sacrifice for the Grant family, and for me."

Natalie Morgan understood. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

’It was about her giving the Old Master a blood transfusion.’

’She didn’t actually need their gratitude.’

’From beginning to end, she had been unwilling to give her blood.’

The entire family was waiting for her to say something.

She didn’t say a single word. Pursing her lips slightly, she drained the red wine from her glass.

"In the days to come, we’ll still need more of Natalie’s contributions." Lucas Grant also raised his glass. "On behalf of every member of the Grant family, I’d like to toast you as well."

Lucas Grant had expected her to say a few polite words at least, and he held up his glass with an expectant gaze.

But she didn’t. Once again, Natalie Morgan said nothing, simply raising her glass and draining it.

Lucas Grant tugged awkwardly at his lips. "Well then, I’ll drink up too."

Only Helena Sullivan’s gaze toward Natalie Morgan was complex and filled with pity.

The Grant family was in high spirits, talking and laughing.

Natalie Morgan sat there quietly, at times lost in thought, at times in a daze.

"Natalie, when are you going to give me a little nephew to play with?" Claire Grant asked her.

Natalie Morgan snapped out of her daze. "Huh? What?"

Claire Grant smiled. "I’m asking, when are you and Theodore going to give me a little nephew to play with? When do I get to be an aunt?"

Natalie Morgan gave a wry smile.

’Claire Grant would have her chance to be an aunt.’

’But she... would never have the chance to be a mother again.’

She lowered her gaze and said nothing, a complex mix of emotions in her eyes.

Claire Grant assumed Natalie Morgan was just shy and turned to Theodore Grant. "You need to work harder! You’ve been married for over two years. You’re really slacking."

"No rush."

"If you want your grandfather to live another thirty years, you need to hurry up," Lucas Grant said, displeased.

Theodore Grant glanced at Natalie Morgan beside him.

She looked a little dazed, but it gave her a kind of natural beauty.

The man stared, mesmerized.

Claire Grant couldn’t help but tease him, "Your eyes are practically glued to her."

Theodore Grant snapped back to reality and let out a soft chuckle.

When the Old Master left the dining table, he called Theodore Grant to the study. He was in high spirits and talked for a while about the future development of the Grant Group.

"Theodore, if I fall critically ill again, don’t save me. And don’t take any more of Natalie’s blood."

Theodore Grant was silent.

’It has always been a dilemma.’

’If he truly had to weigh them on a scale, of course his own grandfather was more important.’

"Grandpa, how could I not save you?"

"Silly child. Grandpa doesn’t want you to ruin your marriage because of me. Natalie is a good girl. Whether you love her or not, she is the most suitable person for you. That Wanda Lynch... it’s time to break things off."

Although the Old Master was old and had been chronically ill for years, his mind was not muddled.

Theodore Grant didn’t speak.

The Old Master let out a deep, helpless sigh.

"You, my boy... you’re capable and decisive, but your heart is too unsettled. You need to calm yourself down and think hard about what you really want. Don’t make things difficult for yourself when choosing what to take and what to let go, and more importantly, don’t make things difficult for others."

He raised his hand and stroked his grandson’s hair. From childhood to adulthood, this had always been his most beloved grandchild.

From the moment he was born, he had been raised as the heir.

How he hoped that this child he doted on the most would have a happy future.

"Grandpa has lived a full life. These past few days, I’ve been dreaming of your grandmother often. She said she’s already settled our home on the other side, just waiting for me to go and live with her."

"Grandpa..." Theodore Grant’s heart ached as he listened.

"Grandpa isn’t afraid of death. Grandpa misses your grandmother. We met when we were fourteen, and she married me at eighteen. She bore my children and took wonderful care of our home. I’m so grateful to her. I really miss her."

The Old Master’s face held a glow of happiness and anticipation.

Very, very slowly, he closed his eyes.

"Grandpa? Grandpa..." Theodore Grant’s eyes reddened, and he lost his composure. "...Grandpa, don’t be afraid. I’ll save you. I’ll definitely save you."