novelraw Chapter 48: A Broken Pot with a Broken Lid
Chapter 48: A Broken Pot with a Broken Lid
"Mrs. Grant, please don’t get so worked up."
Noelle Bell tried to push Natalie Morgan away.
But Natalie shoved her instead. "Get away from me."
Pain tore at her, and the tears began to fall.
Her despairing eyes passed a painful judgment on the man before her. "Why, Theodore Grant? Why?"
He grabbed her flailing hands, squeezing them tightly. His eyes were cold. "Why? You don’t know why? You don’t know what you did? Natalie Morgan, you’re the one who admitted to sleeping with him."
Theodore Grant’s finger pointed at Felix Finch, who stood opposite them.
Felix Finch was stunned.
’How did I get dragged into this again?’
"Theodore, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Nonsense?" He dragged Natalie Morgan over to Felix Finch. "Ask her. Ask her if she said you two slept together. Felix Finch, I thought of you as a brother, and you fucking slept with my wife?"
"How could I do something like that?" Felix Finch hadn’t done it, and he didn’t believe Natalie Morgan would joke about such a thing. "There must be a misunderstanding. You know Natalie."
Theodore Grant had no interest in listening to Felix Finch’s explanation.
He grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to look at Felix Finch. "Natalie Morgan, the best expression of love is to be buried together. Why don’t you let your mother be buried with your love first?"
With a hard shove, he pushed Natalie Morgan into Felix Finch’s arms.
Felix Finch scrambled to steady Natalie Morgan, then stood up indignantly. "Theodore Grant, are you ever going to stop? Is this something you can just joke about? Don’t you think you’re going too far? Even if you and Natalie are fighting, that patient is your mother-in-law!"
"If she considered me her man, she wouldn’t have been fooling around with you." The muscles in his face twitched as he looked at Natalie Morgan. "I’m telling you, this is just the beginning."
’The beginning?’
’All because I was forced to tell a lie in bed.’
’And he’s retaliating this crazily.’
She gazed at his stunningly handsome face and suddenly smiled.
She had never hated someone so much. But she hated her own powerlessness and weakness even more.
She forced herself to hold back her tears, suppressing the torrent of pain raging inside her, and walked up to Theodore Grant again.
"Will you only stop if I die?"
Her voice was as faint as dying embers.
Felix Finch felt a chill run down his spine.
But Theodore Grant was surprisingly calm, a smirk playing on his lips.
The smile was filled with contempt, disdain, and scorn.
He knew she had too many ties. Dying wasn’t that simple.
He didn’t give Natalie Morgan an answer.
He turned, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and left.
Noelle Bell hurriedly followed him. "Mr. Grant..."
The moment she caught up, Theodore Grant raised his hand and dealt her a sharp, heavy slap across the face. "Who told you to cancel the project with the overseas partners?"
Noelle Bell saw stars from the impact.
Her eyes reddened with grievance.
She had acted on her own, but she thought it was bound to happen sooner or later. "Mr. Grant, I just thought..."
"From now on, if you dare make another decision without my approval, you can pack your things and get the hell out."
"I... I understand."
Noelle Bell clutched her swollen left cheek, slowly falling into step behind Theodore Grant as they walked out.
Back in the office.
Felix Finch handed Natalie Morgan a tissue. "Even if the project is withdrawn and the medication is cut off, I can find another way. Don’t worry too much. I won’t let your mother just pass away like this."
Natalie Morgan gave Felix Finch a grateful look.
Then she lowered her eyes dejectedly. "You saw him. Theodore Grant is a madman. I’m so scared... scared he’ll take revenge on you too. If that happens, I’ll blame myself to death. I don’t want to drag anyone else into this."
"Don’t worry about me. How could he get revenge on me? The worst he could do is pick a fight." Felix Finch had grown up with Theodore Grant. Although Theodore had become unreasonable now, that wasn’t his true nature. He smiled. "We’re an even match."
Although he was joking, Natalie Morgan still felt deeply apologetic.
After she and Felix Finch left, Theodore Grant returned to the office alone.
The metal box was still on the floor. The cookies that hadn’t spilled out lay quietly inside.
He reached down and picked up the metal box.
It was a small, pink box with a cartoon design, exuding a youthful, girly charm.
The cartoon-shaped cookies inside were colorful, their eyes and ears crafted with lifelike detail. She must have put a lot of effort into them.
’If it weren’t for what happened today...’
’...would she have appeared before me, offered me the cookies to curry favor, and said something to make me feel better?’
He took a cookie and put it in his mouth.
A rich aroma instantly filled his mouth.
He chewed with satisfaction.
A faint hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.
He carefully packed up the remaining cookies and took them with him.
「Back at the Grant Residence.」
Natalie Morgan took out the divorce agreement she had printed earlier.
Staring at the words on it.
Her heart was surprisingly calm.
"Well, well, look who’s back." Wanda Lynch’s mocking voice rang out.
Natalie Morgan put the divorce agreement back in her bag and looked up. "This is my home."
"Not for long." Wanda Lynch leaned on her cane, her face glowing with excitement. "I’ll be honest with you. Theodore’s father came to see me today. He had a master read my and Theodore’s fortunes and was told I’ll bring him good fortune."
"That’s great. Every broken pot has its broken lid," Natalie Morgan sneered.
Wanda Lynch’s eyes widened in anger. "Just be jealous. Oh, no, I mean, just wait for your death. The Old Master will need another blood transfusion soon. You can just wait to be drained of all your blood and die."
Natalie Morgan paid Wanda Lynch’s curses no mind.
If curses could kill, Theodore Grant would have died hundreds of times over.
"Wanda Lynch, as long as I’m alive, you’ll always be the mistress who can’t be seen in public."
"You..."
Theodore Grant walked in.
Wanda Lynch immediately burst into pitiful tears. "Theodore, you’re back."
"Yeah."
He ignored Wanda Lynch’s dramatic facial expressions, his gaze landing on Natalie Morgan. "Come to the study. I want to talk to you about your mother’s project."
It was rare for Theodore Grant to be so serious.
Natalie Morgan, who hadn’t planned on acknowledging him, paused for a moment before following.
"Close the door," he said.
Natalie Morgan turned to close the door, and when she turned back, the man was already standing in front of her.
He was very close to her, so close their breaths mingled.
Natalie Morgan turned her face away. "Mr. Grant, I thought you wanted to discuss my mother’s project?"
"Do you hate me?"
She found that laughable. "Isn’t it perfectly normal to hate you?"
"What if I said I could help restart the project? Would you still hate me then?"
Natalie Morgan froze.
’What does he mean?’
’Restart the project?’
’Once that project is terminated, it’s impossible to restart. And if you force it, the cost would be far more than just the penalty fees. It would require a massive amount of manpower and resources.’
"Do you think I’d believe you?"