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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.

Wandering Betrayed, I Remembered My True Identity

Even though my legs were numb, my heart fluttered with a tingling sensation.


Faye crouched there, pressing a few times before looking up at me with a flushed face:


"If you don't like others massaging your legs, then... can I do it? I promise I'll do a good job!"


The way she was staring at me was really unfair...


I turned my face away and coughed: "Do as you please."


The sunlight was just right, falling on Faye's light brown hair, as if enveloping her in a halo.


I found myself lost in the sight without realizing it.


A sharp yell snapped me back to reality—


Turning to see Lavender, I instinctively frowned: "Who let you in? Where are the bodyguards?!"


Lavender, carrying a familiar lunchbox, glared at Faye and me with puffed-up cheeks, her tone spoiled yet matter-of-fact:


"As if the bodyguards could stop me?! You've told them before that no matter when I come to see you, they're not allowed to block me!"


Chapter 8