Rebirth of Vengeance

I was born with a medicinal constitution. My blood could cure all illness.

In my previous life, I, Victoria Baldridge, had cured the paralyzed legs of Richard Thaddeus, a wealthy young man from Scotland’s elite circle.

Only after the treatment did I learn that the Thaddeus Family had once declared.

Whoever cured Richard Thaddeus would become the mistress of the Thaddeus.

So, he was forced to marry me.

Scarlett McKenzie, the woman who had once climbed mountains to pick a snow lotus for him, heard the news and in a moment of distraction, fell off a cliff and vanished without a trace.

A year later, Richard found her frozen body.

He forced me to slit my wrist to save her.

“If Scarlett had picked the snow lotus to heal me, we would have grown old together. It was you who killed her!“

“Victoria, didn’t you say your blood is divine medicine? Then bring her back to life!”

I cried and begged him.

“She’s been dead for a year. I can cure illness, not raise the dead…“

But Richard didn’t listen. He watched coldly as I bled to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was invited to treat Richard.

He sat in his wheelchair, expression dark and brooding.

I smiled faintly.

“Mr. Thaddeus’s legs are crippled. No one can cure them.”

His head jerked up, eyes blazing with fury.

“You worthless, get the hell out!“

I turned to a woman beside, Diana Thaddeus, unfazed.

“Madam, if the Baldridge Family says an illness cannot be cured, then there’s truly no hope.”

“You may want to consider having another child while you’re still young.”

Richard hurled the teacup in his hand at me.