He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 7: Offending His Beloved

’She wasn’t worthy.’

’That woman was his one true love. What was she?’

’Not even fit to be the noose.’

"Yes, I’m not worthy."

Her gaze grew cold as she pulled the blanket over herself and lay down.

The man, angered at being ignored, raised his hand and swept Natalie Morgan’s tablet off the bedside table.

CRASH.

Natalie Morgan’s heart jolted.

Only after Theodore Grant left did she pick the tablet up from the floor.

The screen was shattered, and so was her heart.

A nurse pushed the door open and walked in. "Miss Morgan." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Natalie Morgan put the tablet away. "Is it time for my shot?"

"No, it’s not that." The nurse looked conflicted, biting her lip sympathetically. "The hospital just informed us... that you’re to be... discharged."

’Discharged?’

’But they just moved me to a new room so I wouldn’t have to leave. What’s going on?’

"Was my deposit not enough?"

"No, that’s not it. It’s..." The nurse didn’t know the details either; nothing like this had ever happened at the hospital before. "...It’s an order from the higher-ups."

Natalie Morgan understood immediately.

’Someone wanted her out of the hospital.’

’And no one would do this besides Theodore Grant.’

’It seemed she had offended his sweetheart after all.’

Theodore Grant’s reach was boundless. She was powerless to fight back and could only accept it. "Fine, I’ll leave the hospital."

"Miss Morgan, I’m so sorry. But you can still get treatment at another hospital."

Natalie Morgan appreciated the nurse’s kindness. "Thank you."

The nurse, likely taking pity on her, helped her complete the discharge procedures, then pushed her in a wheelchair and saw her into a taxi.

"Miss Morgan, I hope you get well soon."

"Goodbye."

By the time Natalie Morgan managed to get home, her knees were terribly swollen.

She didn’t try to go to another hospital. She knew that even if she did, the outcome would be the same as today.

’She would just be driven away, again and again.’

’In Riverden, Theodore Grant had the absolute power to leave her with nowhere to turn.’

The pain in her knees was excruciating, so she booked a house-call doctor online to come and treat her.

DING-DONG.

The doorbell rang. Natalie Morgan struggled to her feet and opened the door.

"Natalie?"

"Felix?" She had called for a house-call doctor. Why was Felix Finch here? "How... how is it you?"

"A friend had something come up last minute and asked me to cover his house call. I didn’t expect..." He quickly reached out to support Natalie. "...How did you injure your knees?"

Natalie Morgan didn’t explain the real story, only saying it was an accident.

After she sat down, Felix Finch opened his medical bag and began to treat her wound.

The wound was badly infected and festering. "It’s injured this badly, why didn’t you go to the hospital?"

Natalie Morgan gave a bitter smile. "I went."

"Is this..." He astutely sensed something was wrong. "...You’re not still fighting with Theodore, are you?"

’Natalie Morgan didn’t know how an outsider like Felix Finch viewed her marriage.’

’As noisy squabbles? Playful little spats between husband and wife?’

’If only it were that simple.’

"Do you think I’m even qualified to fight with Theodore Grant?"

The last sliver of warmth she held in her heart was slowly turning cold.

"Then why did you move out?" He took out some alcohol to disinfect her wound, his attention focused on it. "This will sting a bit. Just bear with it."

Natalie Morgan’s hands gripped the armrest cover of the sofa, but she didn’t make a sound.

’In the past two years, she had grown numb.’

"His heart isn’t with me."

Felix Finch froze for a moment.

In Riverden, the gossip about Theodore Grant and Wanda Lynch was reported daily, always with a new spin.

Even as his closest friend, Felix could sense that Theodore treated Wanda Lynch differently.

But the media never mentioned a single word about his actual wife.

Natalie Morgan’s existence was like air.

"You want to divorce him?"

Natalie Morgan didn’t deny it.

’Especially when Theodore Grant, for Wanda Lynch’s sake, had repeatedly tried to destroy her and her family.’

’That was when the thought grew stronger and stronger.’

"Yes."

After his initial shock, Felix Finch didn’t say much more.

’The position of the Grant family’s Young Madam was a revered status countless people could only dream of obtaining.’

’Was she really willing to just throw it away?’

"Have you thought it through?"

"Very clearly."

Felix Finch said no more, concentrating on treating her wound.

He applied the ointment and dressed the wound with skilled, gentle hands.

"If you get a fever tomorrow, you absolutely have to go to the hospital," he reminded her.

Natalie Morgan nodded slightly. "Thank you."

"Then get some rest. If you feel unwell at all, you can call me. I’ll come back tomorrow to change your dressing." He shouldered his medical bag, ready to leave.

Her lashes fell, her expression dimming. "There’s no need. I... I can’t afford too many house call fees."

’She didn’t have a job now, and she didn’t have much money on her.’

’She had to save every penny she could.’

Felix Finch’s heart constricted. "No charge."

"Even so, there’s no need... to trouble you. Felix, I’ll see you out."

"Stay seated. Don’t move. I’ll close the door on my way out." Felix Finch gave Natalie Morgan a long, meaningful look before turning to leave.

「Downstairs.」

His breathing grew much heavier.

He couldn’t stop himself from taking out his phone and calling Theodore Grant.

"Do you know that Natalie’s leg is injured?"

Faced with Felix Finch’s questioning, Theodore Grant’s voice was cold. "And how do you know?"

"I just saw her. Her knee is badly injured and it’s starting to fester. If she doesn’t get proper treatment soon, she could..."

"This is none of your business."

Theodore Grant’s voice was excessively cold.

It carried an unprecedented callousness and cruelty.

Felix Finch asked, bewildered, "What on earth did she do to you to deserve this? She said she went to the hospital. An injury this severe should be treated in a hospital. Was it you? Don’t tell me you were the one who had her discharged."

"Are you feeling sorry for her?" A mocking laugh came from the other end of the line. "Felix Finch, Natalie Morgan is my wife. Whether she lives or dies is not for an outsider like you to worry about."

"Then just consider me a busybody."

"This is not your business to meddle in."

With that, Theodore Grant hung up.

Back in the hospital room, the man waited for the caregiver to arrive before preparing to leave.

"Theodore, are you leaving?" Wanda Lynch wanted him to stay, but seeing his dark expression, she chose her words carefully. "If you have things to deal with at the office, you should go."

"Call me if you need anything."

Theodore Grant’s car circled around before finally stopping downstairs from Natalie Morgan’s home.

A light was still on in the window.

After the time it took to smoke a cigarette, he took out his phone and called the woman. "Come downstairs."

The hand Natalie Morgan used to hold her phone trembled slightly.

’He knew perfectly well how badly her knees were injured, yet he still made such a demand.’

Her heart grew colder still. "If you have something to say, just say it over the phone."

"If you don’t come down, then don’t ever bother me about Thomas Morgan again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man hung up.

’If Theodore Grant was willing to talk about Thomas Morgan, she would go see him even if it meant sacrificing her knees.’

Natalie Morgan tried to stand, but after a few failed attempts, she reached for her crutches.

「Half an hour later.」

Leaning on her crutches, Natalie Morgan made her difficult way downstairs.

By then, her forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her breathing was ragged and uneven.