Wandering Betrayed, I Remembered My True Identity

Wandering the streets as a peddler, I was hit by a car and left disabled in both legs.

The car owner was a woman. To show her remorse, she took me back to her home to care for me.

A month later, the woman put an engagement ring on my finger, coaxed me into signing a so-called prenuptial agreement, then pushed me, now disabled, down the stairs.

I fell, my head bleeding profusely, and overheard her on the phone with someone.

"The consent form is signed. We can start transplanting organs into Blaine."

"It's fine. This is Nash's last value as a cripple."

After forcibly removing one of my kidneys, the woman dumped me in a landfill, making me atone for her pure love.

My wounds weren't healed, and I was burning with fever. As I approached death, I suddenly became fully aware!

I wasn't a wandering street peddler.

I am Nash, the heir of the House of Channing Group.