He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 65: Grandpa Died, She Became a Sinner

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Grandpa Died, She Became a Sinner

The old man was rushed to the hospital.

He was hanging on by a thread, hooked up to machines.

Everyone from the Grant family, including Natalie Morgan, was waiting outside.

「Inside the hospital room.」

Claire Grant was relatively clear-headed about the old man’s condition. She quietly reminded Lucas Grant, "Dad, Grandpa is just having a final burst of energy. I think we need to start preparing for... what comes after."

Those words were not in Lucas Grant’s vocabulary.

As long as Natalie Morgan was alive, the old man had to be saved.

"What are you waiting for? Get her to give a blood transfusion now!" Lucas Grant roared at Theodore Grant.

Claire Grant glanced at Theodore Grant in confusion, then turned back to her father. "Dad, what transfusion? Grandpa doesn’t have a blood disease. Why does he need a transfusion?"

"You don’t know. Your grandfather’s illness requires Natalie Morgan’s blood for him to survive." Lucas Grant’s anger flared as he looked at the motionless Theodore Grant. "What are you standing there for? Take her now!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Claire Grant really didn’t know about this.

She was so shocked she couldn’t speak.

"No, this is unacceptable." She stood in front of Theodore Grant, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "Theodore Grant, Natalie Morgan is your wife! How can you have the heart to drain her of her blood to save Grandpa?"

Theodore Grant looked at her coldly.

A faint, bitter smile seemed to touch the corners of his lips.

Lucas Grant pulled Claire Grant aside, displeased. "This doesn’t concern you. Theodore, take Natalie Morgan to have her blood drawn now. Any later and it’ll be too late."

"Dad." Claire Grant couldn’t understand why he spoke of something as cruel as draining someone’s blood so casually. "Grandpa is over ninety. If it’s his time to go, just let him go. Why must you sacrifice Natalie Morgan’s life too? Don’t be so foolish."

"What do you know? Your grandfather is the living Buddha of the Grant family! If he’s gone, the future of the Grant family is over!"

Lucas Grant’s eyes were wide with fury, as if he were about to devour someone.

He had completely lost his mind.

Claire Grant shook her head, looking at her unrecognizable father and her emotionless brother, and smiled bitterly. "You’re monsters. I won’t let you do this."

"Natalie Morgan herself has agreed to give her blood to save Grandpa, so what right do you have to disagree?" Lucas Grant grabbed his daughter’s wrist and shoved her aside. "Since when are you the one calling the shots in this family?"

Glancing at the heart monitor, Lucas Grant shouted impatiently, "Theodore Grant, are you an idiot? Go take Natalie Morgan to have her blood drawn! Don’t you want to save your grandfather? He raised you! Of everyone in the family, he doted on you the most. Are you just going to stand by and watch him die?"

Theodore Grant took two deep breaths, as if he had made a decision, and strode out of the room.

Claire Grant immediately ran out after him.

She got to Natalie Morgan a step faster than Theodore Grant, spreading her arms protectively. "Theodore, don’t be a fool. Grandpa wouldn’t want you to do this. Let him pass away in peace, I’m begging you."

Natalie Morgan wasn’t particularly surprised.

’Grandpa had fallen ill, so drawing her blood was the most normal thing in the world.’

’This time, Grandpa was sicker than before. She feared that even drawing half her blood wouldn’t be enough.’

She was grateful to Claire Grant for speaking up for her, but... it wouldn’t stop what Theodore Grant was about to do.

’In his heart, Grandpa’s life was more important than anyone else’s.’

Theodore Grant’s frigid gaze fell on Natalie Morgan’s face. "Come with me."

"No, don’t go." Claire Grant would never allow something so absurd to happen. "You’ll die, Natalie! They’ve all gone mad, don’t you..."

"Claire." She gently took Claire Grant’s hand and forced a pained smile. "Some things... I can’t refuse."

"How can you not refuse? If you don’t agree, are they going to tie you up and drag you there?" Claire Grant grabbed Natalie Morgan’s small hand, ready to lead her away. "I’ll take you away from here. We’re leaving."

But...

Natalie Morgan didn’t move.

Claire Grant had no idea how complicated things were between Natalie and Theodore Grant, and Natalie knew she couldn’t just feign ignorance.

’It’s just a bit of blood.’

’Worst case, they draw too much and I die.’

’Best case, I survive.’

’No one cares if my body will ever be healthy again.’

’It doesn’t matter.’

She silently pulled her hand from Claire Grant’s grasp and walked toward the blood lab.

Her silhouette was slender and lonely, radiating an indescribable, heart-wrenching sorrow.

"Natalie..." Tears welled up in Claire Grant’s eyes.

After Natalie Morgan walked into the blood lab...

The piercing BEEP of the heart monitor sounded from the hospital room.

"Grandpa..."

Everyone from the Grant family flooded into the room.

Seeing the flat line on the monitor, everyone understood.

The old man was beyond saving.

"Dad..."

"Grandpa..."

The woman in the blood lab heard the crying too.

The old man was gone. She felt a strange pang in her heart.

She sat on the hospital bed, her gaze vacant.

...

The old man’s funeral was held three days later.

Natalie Morgan’s name was not on the list of attendees.

The rain was heavy.

Theodore Grant stood before Natalie Morgan, holding an umbrella over his head and looking down on her. A faint, cold light glinted in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

She said nothing.

’She just wanted to see the old man off on his final journey.’

"You think you’re worthy of attending Grandpa’s funeral?"

His voice was calm, but beneath the surface, it was like a furious gale rolling in black clouds, ready to tear a person to shreds at any moment.

He took a step toward her.

Natalie Morgan took a step back.

He took another step, and she retreated again.

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, the one holding her umbrella. The wind snatched the umbrella away.

He dragged her stumbling to the entrance of the memorial hall. "Natalie Morgan, you will kneel here for me today. Don’t even think about getting up until you’ve knelt for three hours to atone for your sins."

Inside the memorial hall was the old man’s black-and-white portrait.

Theodore Grant’s powerful hand slammed down on her shoulder. With a THUD, she was forced to her knees in the rain.

The rain instantly soaked her clothes.

It dripped down from her hair. DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.

The biting cold made her pores tighten, and she began to tremble slightly.

"If I come back and you’re not here, your entire family can join my grandfather in death."

Theodore Grant left after spitting out the vicious threat.

Everyone from the Grant family was gone.

The old man was to be buried today. The Grant family’s cemetery was on Suncrest Mountain, a place known for its excellent feng shui.

She’d heard that Theodore Grant had taken Wanda Lynch to see the old man off.

’And yet she, his legitimate granddaughter-in-law, wasn’t even qualified to attend. Instead, she had to kneel here and atone.’

「The cemetery.」

The atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Everyone’s heart was heavy.

The Grant family’s closest relatives and the old man’s former comrades-in-arms were all there to see him off.

Claire Grant stood beside Theodore Grant, dressed in black with her face hidden behind sunglasses.

Wanda Lynch’s presence made Claire Grant extremely unhappy.

"Why did you bring her here? Aren’t you afraid our relatives and friends will laugh at you? Where’s Natalie? Why didn’t Natalie come?"

"Why bring her up? If it weren’t for her, Grandpa wouldn’t have died so soon."

The man’s expression was grim, his tone chilling.

Claire Grant was stunned. How could he say something so utterly absurd? "What does this have to do with Natalie? Shouldn’t you be thanking her for giving Grandpa a blood transfusion? She doesn’t owe us anything, and she certainly doesn’t owe Grandpa anything."

"She doesn’t owe us? She owes me more than you can imagine," Theodore Grant hissed, his voice a suppressed roar as he lost control of his emotions.