Chapter 2

Perhaps taking pity on me, a female coworker I had gotten along well with before approached.

She grabbed my hand and said, "Didn't you need money for medical treatment? There's a charity gala tomorrow night at the Los Angeles Banquet Hall. You should go check it out."

With that, she left.

But this information felt like my last lifeline.

Stumbling along with my white cane, I made my way to the banquet hall early the next morning.

The other attendees were in similar situations, but none as dire as mine.

I stood on stage and shared my tragic story, moving the audience deeply.

The wealthy elite had no shortage of money, and they generously donated to restore my sight.

But I never expected the event organizer to be Ivo.

As soon as he appeared, the rich immediately began fawning over him.

"Mr. Huntington, weren't you in the middle of closing a billion-dollar deal? How did you find time to come personally?"

But Ivo just raised an eyebrow.

"You're all helping my sworn enemy. I had to come stop this. Or do you not want to collaborate on projects anymore?"

At his words, the wealthy elites froze for a moment before quickly laughing it off.

"Of course not! Mr. Huntington's enemy is our enemy too!"

They quickly exchanged glances with the nearby servers.

Just like that, they tore up the checks that were about to be handed over to me.That was my treatment fee. In that instant, I cried.

For the first time since going blind, what flowed were tears of blood.

With no dignity left, I clung to Ivo's clothes, pleading desperately.

"It's only $50,000. I need this money, please give it to me... I'm begging you."

But Ivo's voice turned cold as he forcefully pried my fingers off him one by one.

"Too late!"

"When you stabbed my eyes with a knife back then, when you discarded me like trash, why didn't you think about how things would turn out now?"

As he said this, Kinsley, who was accompanying Ivo in glamorous attendance, averted her gaze uneasily.

Actually, I wasn't the one who stabbed his eyes.

It was Kinsley.

Back then, Ivo was a musical prodigy with a limitless future ahead of him.

We were deeply in love too. Even when Kinsley, the heiress of the Carlisle family, actively pursued him and extended an olive branch, he refused.

We had met each other's parents at the time and even planned to get married in Ireland where divorce is impossible, vowing to never part.

But upon learning this news, Kinsley felt humiliated and in her rage, took a knife and stabbed Ivo's eyes.

When Ivo went blind, I stood by him through thick and thin.

However, his musical path was cut short due to the blindness, and he fell deeper and deeper into depression. Until later when he fell ill, suffering from delusional disorder and memory confusion.

He mistook me for the culprit who caused his blindness, while Kinsley became the angel who supported him, paid his medical bills, and healed his eyes.

In reality, it was I who, out of compassion, gave him my corneas.

But I'm an artist, and I have dreams too.

The doctor said that patients with delusional disorder rarely recover, and that the so-called truth would only add to the burden of his condition.

But now I don't want to endure everything alone anymore, and I want to speak up and say something.

However, Ivo was pulled away by Kinsley.

As we brushed past each other, Kinsley leaned close to my ear and whispered.

"You can't beat me!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but clench my fists.

I went to the backstage of the banquet hall and stopped a waiter.

"I can't see. Could you help me make a phone call?"

I recited the long-dormant phone number, and after the call connected.

The waiter handed me the phone, his eyes full of pity.

I brought it close to my ear to listen.

I gave in.

"I accept your marriage proposal. I only need $50,000."

It didn't matter anymore whether Ivo knew or not.

The person on the other end was surprised but agreed.

"Alright, I'll come to get you in seven days."

After the call ended, $50,000 was immediately deposited into my account. The sound of money arriving in my account made me feel like life finally had some hope.

But just at that moment, before I could even put my phone away,

Someone violently smashed it to the ground.

"For money, you're willing to sell your body again? Scarlett, aren't you disgusted with yourself?"

Ivo's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my collar and roared.