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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

In black and white, Lavender's pink lips quickly lost their color. She angrily exclaimed, "This is... a violation of patient privacy rights!"


"Are you stupid? The hospital you went to is a private hospital under the House of Channing, and the medical insurance you used is also under the House of Channing. I even got you SVIP status there. You didn't spend a penny on your pregnancy check-up. How dare you accuse me of violating your rights?"


Originally, I didn't want to know these things, but I couldn't help it since everyone knows Lavender is my fiancée, the woman I once cherished. So, even if I didn't want to know her every move, people would voluntarily tell me.


Lavender's hands trembled, her figure swaying as if about to collapse. With a tearful voice, she said, "... You, do you really not love me anymore?"


She tried to reach for me, but I avoided her touch.


Chapter 9