Estelle’s anxious voice followed.
Conrad stroked her hair and smiled.
“I’ve already arranged everything. You don’t have to worry about anything. The baby will be perfectly fine. And the fragnrances—once she goes blind, I’ve already hired a whole new researchers. Anything they make will be credited to you… just like everything Ophelia made.”
As he spoke, he placed a light kiss on Estelle’s face.
“All you need to do is wait to become my bride. I’ve already swallowed up her entire family’s assets. She’s useless now. In a month, I’ll make her get into another car accident—just like the one that blinded her the first time.”
My skull felt like it exploded, and all that was left in my ears was a sharp ringing.
So it turned out that everything I had suffered all these years was entirely thanks to him!
My mother’s death was done by Estelle, and Conrad clearly knew it, yet he chose to cover for her.
He even chose to marry me in order to obtain a letter of forgiveness from me.
In an instant, countless memories with him surfaced in my mind.
He was the boy I rescued from a pack of wolves when I was seven.
At that time, he only had his last breath left, and there were no family members by his side.
So I asked my mother for help, and in the end, we took him in, letting him become my bodyguard.
He stayed by my side for more than ten years and promised he would always take care of me.
On the eve of my marriage to him, my mother was in a car accident. That day it was drizzling with rain, and the surveillance cameras were also damaged. All that could be known was that the culprit was a woman.
On the very day I found key information and was preparing to submit it to the court, an out-of-control sedan crashed straight into me.
When I woke up again, I had already become blind.
Conrad was by my hospital bed, gripping my hands, saying he wanted to marry me, saying he would definitely send the person who killed my mother to prison.
In my helplessness, I agreed to marry him and handed him all the evidence.
That very day, he put a document in my hands, saying justice was served.
I was overjoyed and, trusting him completely, I signed that document.
In the days that followed, he was even more gentle and attentive. But my eyes never recovered.
On countless nights when I cried because of my eyes, he would always comfort me incomparably gently.