Chapter 3 She Became a Legend in His Heart

To be fair, Rebecca was indeed not as beautiful as Nancy. Mrs. Harody had made that remark before.

But no matter what, it was inappropriate to say it in front of the new bride.

Mrs. Harody suddenly looked embarrassed. "That's not true, Rebecca is also very pretty. They both are."

"Enough! It's early in the morning, and you elders are embarrassing yourselves. The younger ones are serving tea, so just take your red envelopes and stop all this nonsense!"

In the end, it was the old lady who asserted her authority.

She loved her grandson the most. As long as he was happy, she didn't care who he married.

Grandma Harody looked Rebecca up and down with a smile. "Rebecca is a good child, with a round face. She has good fortune-I like that."

"Here, take it. This is from Grandma." The old lady handed over a big red envelope.

Rebecca instinctively glanced at Alexander. He didn't show any particular reaction, so she accepted it without hesitation. "Thank you, Grandma."

With the old lady backing her up, the others naturally didn't dare to make any more trouble. After that, Alexander's parents, uncles, aunts, and even his picky aunt all gave their blessings.

Compared to The Campbell family, The Harody family members were much easier to get along with. During breakfast, everyone just chatted casually-no one deliberately made things difficult for Rebecca, and there was no unnecessary drama. At least on the surface, everything was harmonious.

After breakfast, Alexander left the house.

Rebecca, still tired from the lack of proper sleep, went back to bed.

By the time she woke up again, he had already returned.

He sat silently on the sofa, not making a sound.

"You're back?"

"This is for you. Open it and see." Alexander gestured toward a pile of elegantly wrapped gift bags on the floor.

"What is it?" she asked, curious.

"Clothes, a phone, and a handbag."

Rebecca was stunned, just about to ask why he was giving her these things when he said, "What kind of era are we living in? And yet, you don't even have a phone."

"I don't go to school, I don't have friends-there's no use in having a phone," she said, lowering her head.

"The Campbell family isn't exactly bad to you, considering they raised you for four years."

"But they're not exactly good to you either-since they didn't even buy you a phone or decent clothes."

Rebecca remained silent because what Alexander said was true.

To say The Campbell family treated her poorly wouldn't be entirely accurate. After all, she had lived a peaceful life for four years, and no one had outright mistreated her. But she had little presence in the household-so much so that she often ate with the servants.

To say they treated her well, though, also didn't seem right. After all, they never sent her to school, nor did they ever acknowledge her existence publicly. If it weren't for the fact that Alexander was blinded and Nancy refused to marry him, he probably never would have known that The Campbell family had a foster daughter.

Although he still hadn't seen what she looked like, based on her voice, she probably wasn't unattractive.

"Why are you giving me these things?" she suddenly asked.

"Because I don't want you embarrassing me."

Rebecca: ...

"My wife shouldn't look so shabby. Take them and use them. At least they should match your current status."

"Thank you." She wasn't too proud to accept gifts-there was no reason to refuse.

Rebecca walked over, crouched down, and carefully took out the items one by one.

The most eye-catching thing was the phone-it was the latest model, in a soft shade of pink.

No girl could resist this color. If Alexander weren't blind, he would have seen how her eyes lit up instantly.

The other items-designer clothes and handbags-didn't excite her much.

Before she was eighteen, Rebecca had lived with her grandfather in the mountains.

So she had little interest in luxury goods.

But the phone-this was something she had always wanted.

Her foster father at The Campbell family had once suggested giving her one of his old phones.

But for some reason, Mrs. Campbell objected, saying Rebecca had no friends and no job, so she wouldn't need one.

And that was the end of it.

To make things even more awkward, in the four years she spent at The Campbell family, she had never had any money of her own. She wasn't allowed to work, and without any formal education, getting a job would have been difficult anyway.

Even the medicinal herbs she loved had been out of reach.

Rebecca held the phone in both hands, staring at it carefully for a long time, feeling a small surge of joy.

"I have a question-if my poisoning is indeed methanol-related, do you have a cure?"

Rebecca turned around slowly and looked at Alexander.

So that was it. There was no such thing as a free lunch. She knew it-why would this man suddenly be so kind, giving her gifts?

She answered seriously, "The doctors must have told you that methanol poisoning causes irreversible damage to the body, right?"

"Yes." He admitted it.

Today, he had gone to his private hospital and consulted several renowned doctors.

They had confirmed that his condition matched methanol poisoning symptoms.

But they also said that once methanol damages the eyes, there is no cure.

Alexander had been in a foul mood all day. After returning home, he had waited for Rebecca to wake up.

Something deep inside told him that this woman might be his last hope.

"So, it really is methanol poisoning?"

"Yes."

"Alexander, I've never tested my skills in a clinical setting. Everything I know, I learned from my grandfather. You would be the first person I attempt to cure. But if you're willing to trust me, I can try." She spoke clearly, each word steady.

"How confident are you?" he asked calmly.

"I have no confidence."

"No confidence?" Hearing that, Alexander's heart sank.

He had come to her as a last resort, only to hear that she had no solution?

"That's right. I won't promise that I can restore your eyesight. But I can try."

"So, I'd be your experiment?"

"That's about right," Rebecca replied, her tone unwavering.

Alexander suddenly lost his temper and threw his phone to the ground. "Rebecca, you've got guts. Do you believe I won't kill you right now?"

"Mr. Harody, I wasn't the one who poisoned you, nor was I the one who caused your car accident. I think it's important to remind you of these facts."

The air turned cold again.

Alexander was naturally withdrawn, arrogant, and quick-tempered-his violent streak ran deep.

Rebecca, on the other hand, was unshakable.

Two completely different people, yet fate had brought them together.

"If it fails, will I be in danger?" he finally asked, as if convincing himself.

"Of course not. At worst, your vision won't return, and things will stay as they are."

"Then there's nothing else to say. Do it-fast."

After a week of blindness, he had lost all patience.

"I need certain herbs," Rebecca said.

"Write a list. I'll have someone buy them."

"They can't be bought."

"What do you mean? Are you messing with me?" Alexander frowned again.

"No. The herbs I need are in the mountains-they're wild and nameless. I can't describe them in detail. So if possible, send me back. I'll gather them myself. My old house also has tools for making medicine-it'll be easier that way."

"Fine. We leave immediately."

Thus, on the second day of their marriage, Alexander took his wife out of Boston, claiming it was a honeymoon trip.

No one expected that when they returned three days later, Alexander's sight had been fully restored.

That night, in a small cottage in Phoenix Town, just ten minutes after taking the antidote, Alexander slowly opened his eyes.

The world became bright again.

"How do you feel? Can you see?" Rebecca cautiously waved five fingers in front of his face.

Alexander pulled her into his arms.

Their eyes met.

In that moment, the girl before him became a legend in his heart.

"Alexander, you can see now, right?" Seeing his reaction, Rebecca couldn't hide her excitement.