He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 88: Find the Best Doctor to Save Her

"So that’s what you think?" He found it amusing but didn’t argue. "If that’s what you really think, then so be it."

"So you admit it?" Natalie Morgan staggered to her feet, her body swaying.

She clutched his shirt, her eyes bloodshot. "Theodore Grant, why would you do this? Why? Haven’t you had enough of your games? My mother is in this state, and you’re still doing something so despicable. Are you even human...?"

An invisible hand seemed to viciously squeeze Natalie Morgan’s heart.

Fat tears splashed onto her arm, her lips trembling in despair. "Don’t push me. Don’t push me..."

’If he really pushes me too far...’

’I’m not afraid to put myself on the line and work with Sean Lane.’

’Really. Don’t push me.’

"Ma’am, please don’t get so worked up. Mr. Grant, he..." Weller Kendall tried to explain.

Natalie Morgan cut him off with a hoarse cry. "He’s not even human! None of you are any good! None of you...!"

The anger and hatred she had suppressed for so long erupted with unstoppable force.

Her fists were clenched tight...

Suddenly, a metallic tang surged up her throat.

Blood spurted from her mouth, and she immediately lost consciousness.

Theodore Grant frantically caught her, sweeping her up into his arms. He rushed toward the emergency room, barking orders at Weller Kendall, "Get the best doctors in this hospital to the ER and save her."

"Right away, Mr. Grant. I’m on it."

"I’ll go," Felix Finch said, hurrying after them.

The woman in Theodore Grant’s arms felt frighteningly light, as if she weighed nothing at all.

After she was taken into the emergency room, he stood there, perfectly still.

Weller Kendall walked over. "Ma’am likely fainted from a fit of rage. It shouldn’t be serious. Don’t worry."

"Weller, in her eyes, I’m a monster who won’t even spare the dying, aren’t I?"

Weller Kendall didn’t know how to answer for Natalie Morgan.

At least in this case, she had completely misunderstood him. "You should find a chance to explain things to her."

"There’s no need."

He wasn’t one for explanations.

...

「In a very private teahouse.」

A man who had rushed in took off his face mask. "Miss Lynch, I just got word. Yulia White has been declared brain-dead. Her kidney is a perfect match for you. We can arrange the surgery immediately."

Wanda Lynch’s slender fingers held the teacup.

She asked uncertainly, "If Natalie Morgan doesn’t consent, we can’t perform the surgery, right?"

"Technically, yes, you must have the family’s consent." The problem was, this woman didn’t want to do things by the book either. "Miss Lynch, I understand what you mean. I’ve already spoken with the doctor on-site. We’ll do it secretly."

"And... no one else will find out, will they?"

’She was afraid Theodore Grant would find out.’

’After all, Theodore Grant hadn’t approved of this matter.’

"A brain-dead person like her can only be kept alive for a month, at most. We’ll just secretly remove the kidney and stitch her back up. No one will know. And if she dies, it’s even more certain that no one will ever find out."

As long as the price was right, someone was always willing to take the risk, no matter how great.

Wanda Lynch seemed satisfied with what she heard.

"Thank you for your trouble, Dr. Miller." She handed him a card. "Here’s two hundred thousand. After the job is done, I’ll give you another two hundred thousand."

"Miss Lynch, just get ready for the surgery."

The man pocketed the bank card, put his mask back on, and left quickly.

Wanda Lynch picked up her coffee, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

...

「In the hospital.」

Natalie Morgan slowly opened her eyes.

The ceiling above was a stark, clinical white.

Oppressive, suffocating, hopeless.

"You’re awake."

Natalie Morgan’s dull eyes slowly turned toward the man, holding a kind of broken, tragic beauty. "Felix."

"Don’t be so upset." Felix Finch had also lost his mother, so he understood what Natalie Morgan was going through. "You’ve actually misunderstood Theodore. He never mentioned anything about a kidney transplant."

Natalie Morgan shook her head, a bitter expression on her face.

’Just because he didn’t mention it doesn’t mean he wasn’t thinking it.’

’Hasn’t Theodore Grant done enough heinous things for Wanda Lynch’s sake?’

"I know what kind of person he is better than you do."

Felix Finch pressed his lips together, not trying to explain for Theodore Grant any further. "I didn’t expect your mother’s condition to deteriorate so quickly. If I had been watching her more closely, maybe..."

"This has nothing to do with you." ’If anyone was to blame, it had to be Theodore Grant.’ "Felix, I’m tired. I want to sleep for a while."

"Then get some rest." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

No sooner had Felix Finch left than Wanda Lynch appeared in Natalie Morgan’s room.

"Tsk, tsk. How pitiful." Wanda Lynch looked down at the woman on the hospital bed, an IV in her arm, and sneered. "I hear your mother is about to die?"

"You must know by now that your mother is going to give her kidney to me, right?"

Wanda Lynch produced a voluntary kidney donation form. "See? The paperwork is already complete."

Natalie Morgan shot up in bed.

She snatched the form from Wanda Lynch’s hand.

Her fingers trembled more and more violently as she read.

"You won’t get away with this." She shredded the inhuman document.

Wanda Lynch wasn’t fazed. "Then we’ll just have to wait and see."

The woman laughed smugly. As she left, she didn’t forget to throw one last jab over her shoulder. "Natalie Morgan, I won’t let you have a single day of peace."

’As long as Theodore Grant loves Wanda Lynch...’

’...she absolutely has the power to do it.’

’And me? Am I supposed to just sit back and wait for the worst to happen?’

Natalie Morgan ripped the IV needle from her arm, changed her clothes, and walked out of the hospital.

From inside a black luxury car that had just pulled up to the entrance, Weller Kendall spotted Natalie Morgan. "Mr. Grant, your wife just came out. She looks frantic, like she’s in a rush."

Natalie Morgan got into a taxi.

Theodore Grant was curious too; he had rarely seen Natalie Morgan so agitated. "Follow that cab."

The taxi eventually stopped in front of an art studio.

Weller Kendall was puzzled. "His wife... why is she going into an art studio?"

The studio was not unfamiliar.

It belonged to Sean Lane.

For Natalie Morgan to show up here, she must have arranged to meet with Sean Lane.

At the mere thought of it, the viciousness in Theodore Grant’s eyes became impossible to conceal.

’She actually came to see Sean Lane.’

Weller Kendall froze. ’Sean Lane?’

’That man was an absolute taboo for Theodore Grant.’

’Ever since the old man passed, Lucas Grant had been trying to bring Sean Lane into the Grant Group. It had caused a huge uproar recently, leaving Theodore Grant furious.’

"Then, Mr. Grant, should I..."

Theodore Grant pinched the bridge of his nose, forcefully suppressing the rage coiling in his gut. He said nothing.

Up on the second floor, a man stood by the window looking down. He spotted the black luxury car in the distance and let out a soft chuckle.

He turned his head to look at Natalie Morgan. "So? Have you thought it over? Decided to work with me?"

"You’re getting ahead of yourself."

Natalie Morgan coolly regarded Sean Lane’s deceptively harmless face.

’How could someone look so pure and kind,’

’yet be so manic and sinister on the inside?’

"Then why did you come looking for me...?" He walked over to Natalie Morgan, bracing his hands on the arms of her chair and leaning in with a suggestive smile. "...Did you miss me?"

She pushed him away and stood up from the chair. "I came here today to ask for your help investigating something."

"Oh?" He crossed his arms, looking at her with unhurried amusement. "Investigate what?"