"Wanda Lynch." Natalie Morgan’s gaze was cold, almost mocking. "Don’t try to get a reaction out of . Even if he slept with you right in front of my face, I wouldn’t feel a thing."
"You wouldn’t?" Wanda Lynch sneered. "Then why did you try to kill yourself? To get so sympathy? It’s obvious you were just being jealous."
"You aren’t that important."
"Then how about this? Is this important enough?"
Wanda Lynch took out a necklace with a 9.9-carat diamond.
The diamond was so brilliant it was blinding.
The necklace was called "The Goddess’s Tear."
It was famous in the world of jewelry. Legend had it that its owner would find the greatest love in the world.
Every year, wealthy romantics vied to purchase it at auction.
It had beco the dream necklace for won everywhere.
The fact that it was now in Wanda Lynch’s hands was deeply ironic.
"Do you know how much this is worth? It’s my engagent gift from Theodore."
"Theodore and I are getting engaged soon. You’ve heard, haven’t you? We’ve already bought a house together. He really loves so much."
"Theodore said he’s going to give the most romantic engagent party, and a wedding I’ll never forget. He said he’s going to make the happiest woman in the world..."
As Wanda Lynch prattled on, Natalie Morgan took out a pair of earplugs and put them in.
The world instantly fell silent.
Wanda Lynch wasn’t finished gloating.
The door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside.
Upon seeing Weller Kendall, Wanda Lynch hastily put the diamond necklace away.
"Miss Lynch?" Weller Kendall looked at her, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Natalie is sick, so I was worried about her... Well, I... I’ll be going now."
Wanda Lynch averted her gaze.
Not daring to et Weller Kendall’s eyes, she scurried off.
Weller Kendall raised an eyebrow slightly.
He turned and placed the flower basket he was holding on Natalie Morgan’s bedside table. "Mrs. Grant, these flowers are from Mr. Grant."
Natalie Morgan took out her earplugs.
Weller Kendall then produced several exquisitely wrapped small boxes. "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant personally selected this jewelry for you."
After setting them down, he took out a black card and handed it to her. "This card is from Mr. Grant. It has no limit, so you can buy yourself so bags and shoes that you like."
’Theodore Grant must be scared,’ Natalie thought.
’Scared that I might actually die.’
’Becoming a widower is one thing, but if I were to die by suicide, the impact on the Grant Family, the Grant Group, and Theodore himself would be incalculable.’
"Assistant Kendall, I want to be discharged."
"You haven’t fully recovered yet, so it’s not a good ti for a discharge. Besides, it will take a long ti for the scars to heal to the point they’re unnoticeable. You shouldn’t be in such a hurry."
"It’s just these on my wrists. I don’t mind them."
"Well..." Weller Kendall looked troubled; it wasn’t his decision to make. "...I’ll speak with Mr. Grant and see what he says."
After leaving the hospital, Weller Kendall returned to the Grant Group headquarters.
"How is she?" Theodore Grant asked, leaning back in his chair, his voice flat.
With his hands clasped in front of him, Weller Kendall replied softly, "Mrs. Grant says she wants to be discharged."
"And what’s the doctor’s opinion?"
"The doctor said the injuries on her arm aren’t serious, but she must continue with the dication, or they’ll leave scars."
Theodore Grant’s brow furrowed slightly.
Natalie Morgan had naturally fine skin. If those marks didn’t fade, it wouldn’t just be an aesthetic issue; they would serve as a constant reminder of why she had made such a decision.
"Find the best dication."
"Understood." Then, as if rembering sothing, Weller Kendall added, "Mr. Grant, regarding the incident at the hotel—catching the cheaters—I’ve found the person who sent the anonymous tip."
"Oh?" Theodore Grant’s dark eyes narrowed. "Who was it?"
"Mr. Grant, my investigation revealed that the person who contracted the company to send the anonymous ssage used the screen na ’S.’ And this ’S’ is, in fact..."
Weller Kendall paused.
Theodore Grant snatched up the ashtray and threw it at him. "Why are you pausing for dramatic effect? Spit it out. Who is it?"
Weller Kendall caught the ashtray and placed it gently on the desk.
He took a deep breath. "It was Wanda Lynch."
Wanda Lynch?
After the incident, Theodore Grant had suspected many people.
He thought it might have been Felix Finch, trying to ruin Natalie Morgan’s reputation so that Theodore would divorce her in a fit of rage, leaving her free for him.
Or it was an attack aid at the Grant Group, most likely orchestrated by Sean Lane.
The one person he had never suspected was Wanda Lynch.
"Damn it," Theodore Grant swore.
It was unclear whether he was cursing soone else or himself.
Weller Kendall then dropped a second bombshell. "Mr. Grant, do you rember the case where Yulia White’s body was stolen and all her organs were harvested?"
"What about it?" His brow knitted tightly, his glacial eyes radiating pressure. "Is this also related to Wanda Lynch?"
"One of the two doctors who fled the country posted an article on a foreign website. It details how he colluded with Wanda Lynch back ho to commit murder."
When Weller Kendall first saw the post, he had been stunned into a stupor.
Like many other netizens, he had initially assud the doctor was just talking nonsense.
But his desire to know the truth was too strong, so he sent the doctor a private ssage.
That’s how he learned so of the so-called truth.
Natalie Morgan had suspected Wanda Lynch from the very beginning.
But Theodore Grant, and even he himself, had found it unbelievable.
How could the disabled, fragile Wanda Lynch be the mastermind behind such a conspiracy?
Even if she hated Natalie Morgan, Yulia White was the woman who had raised her.
But what the doctor said didn’t sound like a fabrication.
If the doctor was telling the truth, then the kidney and heart transplanted into Wanda Lynch belonged to Yulia White.
In that case, she wasn’t just audacious; she was a complete psychopath.
"Is there any evidence?" A vicious glint flashed in Theodore Grant’s eyes.
Weller Kendall nodded. "It’s just the doctor’s side of the story, with no concrete evidence. However, during my investigation, I discovered that Secretary Bell is also involved."
"She’s involved too?"
The light in Theodore Grant’s eyes dimd further.
He brought a cigarette to his lips, holding it there thoughtfully.
"Secretary Bell was the one who liaised with the doctor. She used a complex process to transfer Yulia White’s organs abroad. When Wanda Lynch had her transplant surgery, she claid so foreign organization provided the donation... I suspect the transplanted organs were actually Yulia White’s."
"Good. That’s just great."
A powerful killing intent erupted in Theodore Grant’s eyes.
’Every single one of them. Are they all playing for a fool?’
Theodore Grant took a deep breath, his eyes turning icy cold.
「Later that evening.」
Theodore Grant went to Wanda Lynch’s apartnt.
She was in high spirits and had personally cooked Theodore Grant’s favorite dishes.
The internet was buzzing with rumors that Theodore Grant was going to propose to her.
She naturally assud he hadn’t ntioned it to her yet because he was planning a surprise.
She figured that since Theodore had co to see her of his own accord today, it must be to talk about the engagent.
"Theodore, it’s been so long since you’ve co over this early to see ."
Theodore Grant settled into the wide, soft sofa and crossed his legs.
"Do you know Sterling Miller?" he asked abruptly.
A flash of panic crossed Wanda Lynch’s eyes. "Who? Dr. Miller?"
"I said Sterling Miller. How did you know he was a doctor?" Theodore Grant’s gaze turned instantly glacial, a bone-deep chill that made Wanda Lynch’s spine stiffen. She stamred out an explanation, "Dr. Miller... we’ve... we’ve t before."
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