Theodore Grant’s expression turned cold in an instant.
Felix Finch knew Natalie Morgan better than her own husband did.
"How is she not capable of it?" A chill emanated from the depths of Theodore Grant’s eyes. "You must be heartbroken that Natalie Morgan was arrested, aren’t you? Let tell you, she wanted to kill Wanda Lynch. She paid soone one hundred thousand yuan to start a fire. That is an undeniable fact."
Felix Finch still didn’t believe it.
It was true that Natalie Morgan hated Wanda Lynch.
But from what he knew of her, she would have been more likely to just leave than to kill soone.
’Could it be...’
"Do you have any proof of this?"
"The police have already arrested her. What more proof do you need?" Theodore Grant’s cool eyes stared directly at the man before him. "Dr. Finch seems quite concerned."
"And what about you?"
Felix Finch had never believed Theodore Grant was a heartless person.
But seeing him treat Natalie Morgan so cruelly, ti and ti again, he was forced to believe that Theodore was indeed ruthless.
"I’ll listen to the police," Theodore Grant said coldly.
Felix Finch scoffed. "She’s been with you for two years, after all. You..."
"It seems Dr. Finch really is heartbroken." His tone was mocking, his eyes utterly cold. "You’d best not try to save her. She made a mistake, and she should be punished for it."
"But did she really make a mistake?" Felix Finch grew agitated, his eyes turning red. "If she really did sothing wrong, I’d have nothing more to say... But is the truth you want the sa as the truth in your heart?"
Theodore Grant’s face darkened.
’The truth in my heart?’
Felix Finch saw sothing in his eyes that he couldn’t accept.
He shook his head and said with a sense of helpless sorrow, "You should take a good, long look at yourself and think about whether you’ve wronged her at all, from the mont you two started talking about divorce until now."
Even he, an outsider, had never doubted Natalie Morgan’s character.
Yet Theodore Grant, a man who had shared a bed with Natalie Morgan for more than seven hundred days and nights, was insisting she was the culprit.
’Just because the victim was Wanda Lynch, he’s unconditionally taken a stand against Natalie Morgan?’
Things had co to this. Felix Finch said no more; there was no point in saying anything else.
「After Felix Finch left.」
Theodore Grant returned to Wanda Lynch’s hospital room.
So of the vision in her eyes had returned.
But her leg was still in a cast.
"Theodore, Dr. Finch ca by. What did he want to talk to you about?"
"About the fire at your house," he said flatly.
Wanda Lynch murmured an "oh," her eyes cast downward as she sighed regretfully. "The police said Natalie was the one who hired soone to do it. I know she doesn’t like , but I never expected she’d want to see dead."
"So you also think it was reasonable for her to do sothing like this?"
He stared into Wanda Lynch’s eyes.
But Wanda Lynch avoided his gaze. "I didn’t believe it at first, either, but the police... they wouldn’t lie, would they?"
The police wouldn’t lie.
’But could soone else be lying?’
His gaze lingered for a long ti on Wanda Lynch’s trembling eyelashes.
After leaving the hospital room, Theodore Grant went ho.
The servants were still at work.
He took off his jacket, loosened the buttons at his collar, and irritably brought a cigarette to his lips.
"Mrs. Wallace."
He took the cigarette from his lips, holding it between his fingers.
The housekeeper ca running over, afraid of being too slow. "Sir, you called for ."
"I’m asking you, what really happened with Wanda Lynch’s knife wound last ti?" Theodore Grant stared at her, his tone leaving no room for argunt.
The housekeeper’s heart pounded wildly. She swallowed hard. "S-Sir, didn’t Miss Lynch say it was Mrs. Grant... who hurt her?"
"Were you there?"
The housekeeper’s heart clenched.
Of course she was there. And she knew that Natalie Morgan hadn’t stabbed Wanda Lynch at all.
But she didn’t dare tell the truth.
If she told the truth, her son in college wouldn’t be able to graduate and get his diploma.
"N-No, I wasn’t there."
She could only lie.
Theodore Grant flicked his fingers, and the housekeeper retreated as if fleeing.
’No one was there. Who was he supposed to believe?’
He put a cigarette to his lips and took a slow drag. Smoke filled the air, his expression a mask of proud indifference and distance.
He drove to the police station.
He didn’t rush to see Natalie Morgan, but went to see the arsonist first.
The man had a flattop, a long, dark face, a scar on his eyebrow, and wasn’t very tall. He had an air of nonchalance, as if none of this concerned him.
’Probably a regular here.’
"Who are you?"
The man sized up Theodore Grant.
This person’s clothes and aura were anything but ordinary, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist, in particular, made the man’s eyes burn with envy.
"I’m asking you, who hired you to set the fire?"
The man curled his lip in disdain. "The cops already asked. Now you’re here asking ?"
"Was it Natalie Morgan who hired you?"
"Of course it was her. If it weren’t for the hundred thousand yuan she offered, who would do sothing illegal like this?" the man said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, not hesitating for a mont. He eyed Theodore Grant. "Who are you to Natalie Morgan?"
Theodore Grant didn’t answer his question, calmly watching his cunning eyes. "Are you sure everything you’re saying is true?"
"Of course. This is a police station. You think I can lie here?"
「Leaving the eting room.」
Theodore Grant exchanged a few pleasantries with a police officer.
The officer told him that so of the evidence had already been submitted and it looked very bad for Natalie Morgan. They were still conducting a more detailed investigation, but the worst-case scenario was that the charges would stick, and she would go to prison.
Theodore Grant’s feelings were complicated.
He smoked a cigarette outside.
After signing the visitor form for Natalie Morgan, he walked into the visitation room.
When Natalie Morgan was brought in, she looked unwell. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her clothes were wrinkled, and her hair had lost its shine.
She looked up and saw the man standing there.
He was like a cold, stone statue. His gaze was like tempered ice—deep and unapproachable.
She didn’t know what his purpose was in coming to see her.
’He probably just wanted to see in this pathetic state.’
She rembered he had also visited her father after he was arrested. The scene must have been quite similar to this one.
"Theodore Grant, are you satisfied now?"
There was not much resentnt in her eyes, nor were there tears. Mostly, there was just indifference toward him.
She seed to have accepted this outco, as if this was how it was always ant to end.
"Clearly, you were the one who hired soone to set the fire." His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed.
Natalie Morgan laughed, her eyes hollow and mocking. "You really think I could co up with a hundred thousand yuan to hire soone? Theodore Grant, you give too much credit."
One hundred thousand yuan.
That was what he might spend in a single night.
But it was more household money than she could save in an entire year.
’And he actually believed it.’
"Theodore Grant, you’ve achieved your goal. My whole family is on the verge of being destroyed by you. So before I die, let’s get a divorce."
She wanted to go to her grave free and with her na cleared.
Even if she wasn’t buried—even if she were thrown to the wind, into the sea, or even down a garbage chute—she didn’t want to die still bearing the title of Mrs. Grant.
She was utterly sick of it.
He looked at her, and suddenly an indescribable emotion churned within him.
The feeling ca on like a tidal wave.
It felt as if he had done sothing to wrong this woman and was desperate to defend himself, but the words caught in his throat, stuck and unable to co out.
He took a deep breath.
"You still have the nerve to talk about divorcing ? You should be thinking about how you’re going to get out of here."
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