Chapter 4The Mind Reader's Choice

Three years ago, Weston and I had just reached the stage of meeting the parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery didn't treat me with the warm enthusiasm they did now. Instead, they looked down on me—a girl from a rural town, completely mismatched for their prestigious family.

Furthermore, I had no parents, only a terminally ill grandfather.

Weston hated his family's elitism because of this and secretly planned to elope with me.

But I stopped him, earnestly telling him:

"Your parents are doing this for your own good. That's why they disagree."

"Let's take a break for a while. Once I'm in a better place, I'll go to your house and convince them, okay?"

But we didn't make it to that point before things took a drastic turn.

My grandfather, dragging his dying, withered body, went to beg Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery. He even signed the papers to donate his body to the medical research hospital owned by the Montgomery family, serving as a rare cadaver for science.

By the time I found out, my grandfather was already gone, his body sent to the dissection room.

While I was having a breakdown over his death, another tragedy struck.

Stella Harrington had recently returned from abroad. Coveting Weston, she drugged him and took him to a hotel, attempting to force herself on him.

I busted into the room at the very last second and called the cops.

Of course, calling the cops did nothing to the powerful Harrington family. But the trauma of the event triggered a severe psychological breakdown in Weston. He lost his ability to care for himself and forgot who everyone was.

Later, with professional treatment, he physically recovered, but his personality had drastically changed. And... he forgot me.

Thinking of the past brought a wave of inexplicable bitterness to my heart.

If Weston and I had never met or fallen in love, none of this would have happened.

My ever-smiling grandfather wouldn't have given his life just to secure my future.

But overthinking was useless. Weston's parents suddenly became incredibly warm to me, asking me to care for Weston for three years and agreeing to our marriage.

I originally thought my grandfather's death should have meaning—that I should fulfill his dying wish and find my happiness.

But I didn't expect that these past three years would bring me no happiness at all.

Now, the three-year deadline had arrived. Weston wanted to marry me, but I didn't want to marry him anymore.

Now, I just wanted to go far away and live my own life.