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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

"Nash, your ex-fiancée was pushed down the stairs by her gambling-addicted lover! She miscarried!"


The hand holding my glass paused, and I calmly asked, "Is that so?"


Blaine hadn't been kept in the dark about Lavender's pregnancy.


At that time, Blaine was cornered by debt collectors and secretly waited outside the Whitfield family's home for Lavender.


Lavender was caught and threatened by him, saying if she didn't give him a billion dollars, he'd spread her nude photos everywhere.


Hearing this, I couldn't help but grip the wheelchair armrest tightly.


The young man talking to me rolled his eyes in disgust. "Logically, using such lowlife tactics on the Whitfield family should've cost him his hide! Who knew your ex-fiancée... actually gave in to the threats!"


They say pregnant women's IQ drops, but I never thought Lavender would lose her mind completely.


Chapter 10