He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 67: Would You Be Sad If I Died?

Theodore Grant didn’t say a word.

His expression was grim.

Claire Grant’s face hardened. "If you ask me, you need to calm down. Funnel that energy into the Grant Group instead of letting Dad’s illegitimate children stare at it like a prize piece of meat, just waiting to carve it up."

"And another thing..." Claire hadn’t wanted to lecture him—she knew Theodore’s temper—but there were some things she just couldn’t stand by and watch. "...You know how much Mom has suffered her whole life. If you’re turning into a man like Dad, then you should just divorce Natalie right now. That way, there will be one less pitiful woman like Mom in the world."

"Stay out of my business with her." He tugged at his tie, irritated. "Since you’re back, you should spend more time at the Grant Group and keep an eye on things. And spend more time with Mom so she doesn’t overthink."

"You’ve changed."

The Theodore of the past was arrogant and his word was law, but he was still reasonable.

’What has he become now?’

’A twisted monster.’

’When did he change?’

’Was it after he married Natalie Morgan?’

’Then for the past two years...’

Claire was a woman, too. She didn’t dare to imagine just how much Natalie had endured.

The rain kept falling.

The white funeral cloth hanging above the dark gates of the Grant Family estate fluttered in the wind.

Theodore Grant sat in the main hall, staring blankly at the rain in the garden. A freshly lit cigarette was perched between his fingers.

He didn’t know how long he sat there.

It wasn’t until the stars began to sprinkle the sky and a chill crept into the night air that his eyes finally shifted.

Natalie Morgan slept especially deeply.

She had a very, very long dream.

In her dream, she was back at the art training session on the day of her college entrance exams.

That was the first time she had ever seen Theodore Grant.

The sun was especially beautiful that day, the cicadas chirped, and the willows swayed.

He was on the phone, standing by a railing not far from her training group.

He was tall with fair skin, so handsome it was impossible to look away. Her classmates were chattering excitedly about how good-looking he was.

She, too, lifted her gaze to look.

And just at that moment, he raised his eyes and looked her way.

She never expected their eyes to meet so easily. It felt like a jolt of electricity, and she shyly looked away, embarrassed.

She was glad she was wearing a face mask, or her beet-red face would have been a complete joke.

That was the first time in her life her heart had ever skipped a beat for someone.

She drew a portrait of him and, mustering all her courage, gave it to him.

He was very approachable. He didn’t refuse it and even thanked her.

The Theodore Grant of that day was noble and refined, with a radiant smile that made his eyes curve like crescent moons. He was the gentlest, most approachable Theodore she had ever known.

"Why are you so obsessed with marrying me? I don’t like you. I hate you. The sight of your face makes me sick."

"Natalie Morgan, even though we’re married, don’t even think about getting my love. I will never love you."

"I’ll never let you have my child. Never. If you can’t take it, then get out. What are you crying for?"

Natalie Morgan woke with a start.

She realized she’d been having a nightmare.

Though it wasn’t exactly a nightmare; this was just how she had lived for the past few years.

Theodore Grant didn’t love her. He despised her, took revenge on her, and tormented her in twisted ways.

Her life was just like the color of the sky right now.

Utterly black.

The rain had lessened to a drizzle.

She hugged her knees and sat zoned out on the bed for a while.

She had barely eaten all day. She was starving, but she had no appetite.

All the lights in the house were off.

She headed toward the area where the staff usually took their breaks. She knew there was instant coffee there.

It would be something to tide her over.

"Mrs. Grant is awake?"

The man’s sudden voice made Natalie Morgan jump.

It was Theodore Grant.

Her steps faltered, and her hand instinctively steadied herself against a side cabinet on the wall.

"I wonder, did Mrs. Grant manage to kneel for the full three hours today? Hmm?" The end of his question turned cold.

A pang of bitterness shot through Natalie’s heart.

She couldn’t help but press her body tightly against the wall.

"I fainted partway through. I don’t remember the time."

In the darkness, the man rose and strode toward her. Her body tensed as she leaned against the cabinet, her fingertips gripping the edge, until he was right in front of her.

He brought a chill with him.

His breath carried the faint scent of tobacco.

Natalie’s heart hammered in her chest, and she pressed her lips tightly together.

"Today is the day Grandfather was laid to rest. I can let things slide, but..." His large hand closed around her neck, forcing her to look up. "...you know the reason why Grandfather passed away so suddenly, don’t you?"

Natalie’s eyes tightened. She stared at the man in the darkness. "Are you trying to say, Mr. Grant, that he passed away so quickly because I didn’t give him a blood transfusion in time?"

"Isn’t that the case?"

"Then what if it were the other way around?" Her eyes trembled, and her voice was hoarse. "What if I had been the one to die? Would you have been sad?"

A bitter curve formed on her lips, and her eyes filled with tears. "Of course, you would have been sad. Because if I died, Grandfather couldn’t be saved. You certainly wouldn’t want me to die. Theodore Grant, don’t you think it’s cruel to treat me this way?"

He scoffed as if he’d heard a hilarious joke, a sneer of contempt on his lips. "Natalie Morgan, who do you think you are? Do you think you’re that important? If you call this cruel, then what do you call what you did when you ruined Wanda Lynch’s entire life?"

"Did I ruin Wanda Lynch’s life?" Her pupils constricted as she stared straight at him. "If I ruined her life by marrying you, then you are more than welcome to divorce me and marry her. If her life was ruined because her leg didn’t get the proper treatment and surgery, then you’d better go to the hospital and ask why her leg really ended up like this."

Back then, Wanda Lynch’s knee injury had indeed been severe.

The Morgan Family had exhausted their savings to pay for her treatment. While it wasn’t the best hospital, the surgeon who operated on her was still one of the best in his field.

They claimed the surgery was a failure, but in truth, the Morgan family—including Wanda Lynch herself—knew exactly what had happened.

It was because she hadn’t followed the doctor’s orders for proper post-operative care during her recovery.

Wanda Lynch had been a troublemaker since she was a child.

Smoking, drinking, getting her parents called to school—she did it all.

A bona fide delinquent.

During her recovery, she even went out to nightclubs to drink. The alcohol reacted with her medication, damaging her heart and kidneys and leaving her with long-term complications.

The same went for her leg.

If she hadn’t gone clubbing, her knee wouldn’t have ended up completely beyond recovery.

But in Theodore Grant’s eyes, Natalie Morgan was the sole cause of his ’white moonlight’s’ pitiful state today.

"It seems you’re full of resentment." He slammed a hand against the wall, trapping her completely. "Is that why you’re having an affair with Felix Finch and even trying to kill me? Is it?"

Natalie Morgan had no way to explain.

Sometimes, whether an explanation is necessary depends on whether the person in front of you is willing to listen—or if they can even hear it.

For things Theodore Grant had already decided in his heart, what was the use of her saying anything more?

"Think whatever you want."

His hand slowly tightened, just like the space between his brows. "Do you think that just because of what day it is, I won’t deal with you? That you can keep provoking me? Hmm?"

"I wouldn’t dare."

’How could he not deal with me? Didn’t he already make me kneel in the rain for three hours today?’

"It looks to me like you’re daring enough."

"Theodore Grant, I’m so tired. Please, have mercy and divorce me, okay?" she pleaded, looking up at him.