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.