He said that whether or not my eyes recovered, he would always stay by my side, and I believed his words.

I handed my fragrances to him without reservation.

And it was precisely because of those fragrances I gave him that he was able to develop the Hollowells Group into a well-known perfume company in Colorado.

I honestly thought that even though I went blind, and even though my mom died right before my wedding, maybe I was still lucky because at least I had him.

Now, it seems that I personally brought a white-eyed wolf into my home.

And it was precisely because of Conrad and Estelle that my family was destroyed.

The fragrances I created were taken away, and even my body became someone else’s surrogate tool—how beautifully tragic.

Realizing all that, I staggered backward, missed a step, and my whole body fell heavily down the stairs.

Conrad instantly sensed something was wrong. His voice shot out like an ice awl.

“Who’s there?!”

Before Conrad stepped out, I forced myself up off the floor.

Thanks to that fall down the stairs earlier, we were far enough apart that he didn’t notice anything off.

When he saw me standing there, his face went cold. His eyes flicked with a little hesitation, but his voice remained incomparably gentle.

“Ophelia? When did you get home? Why didn’t you tell me? Did you… hear anything just now?”

The second he started acting, I slipped right back into my “blind” routine. I let my gaze go empty as I replied.

“I called you a bunch of times, but you didn’t pick up the phone. I freaked out a little, so I rushed home.”

His expression did not change. He only pulled out his phone.

Only after he checked and saw I really did call him over ten times did he finally relax.

“Sorry. I was busy with work stuff. My phone was turned off.”

My nails dug into my palm. Not one damn word he said was true.

He ignored my calls for one reason: I wasn’t useful to him anymore.

As soon as his words fell, a fair and tender hand stretched out from behind him. Estelle slowly clung to him, her entire body like a beautiful snake.

He frowned and jerked his chin toward me, reminding her I was still right there.

But she blew a little breath against his neck, looked straight at me with that provocative gaze, and whispered, “Come on, she can’t see anything. As long as I’m careful, you’re still happy, right?”

As she spoke, she moved her hand downward.