He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 80: He Took the Knife for Her

It was Wanda Lynch.

That’s right, the post was from Wanda Lynch.

Natalie Morgan clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.

She struggled to get out of the hospital bed. Despite her injured leg, she limped her way out of the room, one step at a time.

A nurse saw her and rushed to support her. "Miss Morgan, where are you going?"

"I have to go out for something urgent."

"No, you can’t be discharged right now." The nurse was responsible for her well-being.

Natalie Morgan took a deep breath, her eyes bloodshot. "I’ll be back. I just have to leave for a little while."

"But Miss Morgan, your current condition doesn’t allow you to leave."

"If anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility. I can sign a waiver," Natalie Morgan said firmly.

"Alright." The nurse had no choice but to let her go, telling her to come back quickly. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Grant Group, Design Department.

Wanda Lynch looked smugly at the post she had published, taking a light sip of her coffee.

Her oxblood-red nails looked as if they were stained with fresh blood.

BANG.

The office door was pushed open.

Wanda Lynch wasn’t particularly surprised or alarmed.

She gently set down her coffee cup, sat up straight, and a mocking, provocative smirk played on her lips.

"Well, look who it is. The rapist’s sister."

The words were piercing. Natalie Morgan forced her trembling body forward until she stood before Wanda Lynch, her eyes bloodshot. "Wanda Lynch, I’m asking you, did Thomas Morgan really rape you?"

"So what if he did? So what if he didn’t? Does it matter?" Wanda Lynch toyed with her blood-red nails. "As long as I have evidence to prove it, he’s a rapist."

"You know full well how you got your so-called evidence." Her blood began to boil, and her bloodshot eyes looked like a phantom’s in the dark of night. "You and Thomas lived together for so many years! He treated you like his own sister, yet you do something worse than an animal. You’re going to hell for this."

Wanda Lynch’s expression changed at the insult.

She took a couple of heavy breaths and stomped her feet in anger. "That’s none of your business! I just want to make you miserable. I want you to wish you were dead! Natalie Morgan, you stole my life, you stole my man, and I’m going to make sure you never know a moment of peace."

"So in the end, this is all because of Theodore Grant." She was so furious she laughed. "A bastard for a bitch. A perfect match."

"Natalie Morgan, Theodore Grant has already signed the divorce papers. You’ll be receiving them soon. You won’t be Mrs. Grant for much longer. And I, Wanda Lynch, will soon marry into the Grant Family and become its Young Madam."

By then, she would be above everyone else.

She would no longer be the reviled mistress, the other woman everyone talked about, but the rightful Mrs. Grant.

Thinking of this, Wanda Lynch found the sight of Natalie Morgan much more pleasant.

Natalie Morgan was speechless.

’Theodore Grant wants to divorce me?’

’Is it true?’

’If he really is willing to divorce me, then I’ll finally be free.’

She lifted her gaze to the woman across from her, who was lost in her own fantasy.

’But... I haven’t received any divorce papers.’

While Natalie Morgan was lost in a daze, Wanda Lynch burst out laughing, forgetting herself in her triumph. "Anyway, Thomas Morgan is already a lunatic. A few years in prison for him means more peace and quiet for you, doesn’t it? You should be thanking me and Theodore for this decision. We’re doing this for your own good."

’Theodore approved this?’

’This despicable pair really is capable of anything.’

"Isn’t his madness your fault? You’re the ones who did this to him, and now you’re framing him for rape! Wanda Lynch, how can you be so vicious? I’m telling you, I won’t let you get away with this. Don’t even think about it."

Wanda Lynch treated Natalie Morgan’s harsh words as a final, desperate struggle.

She snorted with laughter. "In Riverden, Theodore Grant is god. He can crush anyone he wants. Who do you think you are? Just a wife abandoned by a rich family, a cheap slut who was unfaithful and got kicked out. Don’t you know your own worth? Everything comes down to evidence. You say he didn’t rape me? Where’s your proof?"

It was true.

Natalie Morgan had no proof.

That was what made her feel so helpless.

But she couldn’t fall into the trap of having to prove her own claim.

"What about your evidence? The police believe whatever you say just because of a pair of underwear?"

"That’s a problem for the police. What does it have to do with me?" Wanda Lynch hissed, biting off a hangnail. "Natalie Morgan, you’d better worry about yourself right now. How is a rapist’s sister supposed to survive in this company? Our company doesn’t just take anyone."

’First she stole my design drafts, and now she’s on the company intranet calling me a rapist’s sister.’

’This shameless mutt should have been thrown into a cesspool the day she was born.’

Natalie Morgan’s eyes fell, her gaze secretly landing on the fruit knife nearby.

Wanda Lynch was still spouting self-righteous, infuriating insults. "A cheap piece of trash like you deserves some stray cat or dog off the street. Your whole family should live in a bottomless abyss, fall into Avicion, and never be reborn."

"If you can’t find a job after leaving the Grant Group, I could introduce you to work as a hostess. You could at least make a living off your youth for a few years. Men love infertile women like you. No need for a condom, double the pleasure."

Wanda Lynch was thoroughly enjoying her tirade.

She was completely oblivious to the fact that Natalie Morgan had already grabbed the fruit knife and raised it high.

Realization dawned on Wanda Lynch a moment too late. Her legs gave out, and she couldn’t run. She threw her hands over her head and screamed, "AHH... HELP ME..."

But before the knife could plunge down, a large hand seized her wrist.

She turned her head in shock...

It was Theodore Grant.

The man’s fingers tightened.

The fruit knife clattered to the floor.

"Natalie Morgan, are you trying to commit murder in broad daylight, in the middle of the office? You’ve got some nerve."

Hearing Theodore Grant’s voice, Wanda Lynch finally peeked out from between her fingers.

’Natalie Morgan was going to kill me?’

’How could I let Natalie Morgan hurt me?’

’Does she think I’m a pushover?’

Wanda Lynch scrambled to pick up the fruit knife from the floor. While Theodore Grant still had Natalie Morgan’s wrist in his grip, leaving her unable to resist, Wanda lunged and stabbed at her.

"Natalie Morgan, go to hell!"

Seeing this, Theodore Grant frantically pulled Natalie Morgan behind him, shielding her with his own body.

The knife plunged straight into his chest.

Natalie Morgan’s eyes widened in astonishment. She never imagined Wanda Lynch would actually stab her, and she certainly never expected Theodore Grant to shield her from the blow without a second thought.

She was completely bewildered, unsure of what to do.

Wanda Lynch’s eyes filled with terror, and she fainted on the spot, losing consciousness.

Weller Kendall was also scared stiff.

"Mr. Grant, how are you? Hold on, the ambulance will be here any second!" Weller Kendall pressed his hands to Theodore Grant’s bleeding wound, trying to slow the blood loss. "It’s okay, you’re going to be okay."

Theodore Grant’s face grew paler and paler, his breathing becoming gradually fainter.

Blood gushed from his wound, staining his clothes red.

Drop by drop, the blood seemed to stain Natalie Morgan’s vision red.

Paramedics arrived and lifted Theodore Grant onto a stretcher. Weller Kendall followed them out.

All the color drained from Natalie Morgan’s face as she collapsed to the floor.