Just for brushing against the hem of Eva Lawson, the heiress’s custom couture gown, Lucy Quinn's mother had her limbs broken, then thrown into the sea to die.

The day Lucy dragged the arrogant heiress to court she thought that justice might finally be served.

Eva was declared not guilty.

Why? Because the defense attorney representing her was none other than Wyatt Grant, founder of the most untouchable law firm in River City, and Lucy Quinn’s husband.

When the trial ended, the elegant and aloof man stepped down from the defense table and placed an apology letter in front of Lucy.

"Lulu, sign it. You don’t want to be sued for defamation and end up in prison, do you?"

His tone was calm and coaxing, but behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was cold as ice.

Lucy, tears stubbornly clinging to her eyes, looked up at him and said with a trembling voice, "Why, Wyatt, Why?"

Lucy Quinn truly did not understand.

She was his wife. He had once loved her so much that he would give up his entire inheritance and suffer through house imprisonment just so he could marry her, the housekeeper.

Yet, after her mother's death, she had sobbed and begged him countless times. That morning was her 99th time kneeling by his side, threatening him with divorce, all to get him to drop the case.

In the end, all he said was, "Lulu, don't force my hand!"

Wyatt Grant untied his tie in annoyance. "Eva is different. She has pursued me for ten years. She even saved my life once. I must protect her, even if the enemy is my most beloved wife."

While saying that, he unlocked his electronic tablet and showed Lucy the live stream that was happening.

"I'll give you two minutes to think about it, Lulu. Even if you're not doing it for yourself, you should do it for your mother. Sign the papers, and I'll return your mother's ashes to you."

Playing on the tablet were a few bodyguards holding a wooden urn over the sea. All they needed to do was to drop it…

Tears fell from Lucy's face. She sobbed and said, "What are you doing?"

Wyatt furrowed his brows. "Be a good girl. Don't waste my time. Could you bear to see your mother lost at sea forever?"

"Wyatt Grant!" Lucy glared at Wyatt. She gritted her teeth so hard that the insides of her mouth were about to bleed. "I want a divorce."

Wyatt did not budge at that tense standoff. "Lulu, you have 30 seconds."

At that moment, Lucy's heart sank. How ironic that the man used to love her to death.

Eight years ago, he fell in love with her at first sight at the Grant Estate.

She was the caretaker and housekeeper of Wyatt's grandfather, Arthur Grant. They were from different worlds, but Wyatt had confessed his feelings for her more than a hundred times.

Once, just because she did a double-take on a bouquet of bellflowers, he had changed the garden's roses into bellflowers overnight.

When she accidentally sprained her ankle, he had reserved an entire floor of the hospital just for her.

Back then, Lucy knew that there was someone who was also pursuing Wyatt. That woman was Eva Lawson, the heiress who grew up with Wyatt. She had pursued him for many years and loved him very much.

However, Wyatt only had eyes for Lucy.

"Lulu, you're the only one I love. I don't care if Eva's background and mine are similar. I despise her!"

His family had forced him to give up on Lucy by confiscating his inheritance and shares. They even sent him to an island abroad.

For 20 days, Wyatt went on a hunger strike to force his family's hand. His action also completely moved Lucy.

Just like that, they got married. He had stuck to his promise and loved Lucy more than his life.

Everything changed half a year ago. Eva, who had left the country, suddenly returned.

This time, Wyatt's attitude toward Eva had changed entirely. He had canceled international meetings to pick Eva up from the airport personally. He even threw her a welcome-back party, to the extent that he did not return home for three days.

When Lucy confronted him with an aggrieved gaze, he finally told her the truth, saying, "A year ago, I had an accident in Ingleland. Eva had saved my life, but ended up unconscious for a year.

"Lulu, you're the only one I love, but she's just woken up. I have to repay this debt. One year. Give me a year to do it. Please?"

Lucy initially believed Wyatt, until the night of the party. Her old condition flared up, and she was sent to the hospital to be resuscitated. Wyatt did not pick up his phone, no matter how many calls were made.

In desperation, her mother went to the cruise where the party was, but she never returned.

Everyone said that it was an accident, that her mother had killed herself. Even Wyatt, who coincidentally was not at the scene of the accident when it happened, believed it.

However, that night after Lucy was resuscitated, she received a call. All she heard was chaos on the other end of the line mixed with Eva's reprimands and her mother's wailing in pain.

Her mother was forced to jump into the sea!

For the past six months, Lucy had blamed herself, constantly sobbing with grief. Finally, she managed to get a lead from one of the servers on the cruise.

She had begged Wyatt to help her, yet in the criminal prosecution trial, he had undoubtedly chosen to stand on the opposing side, protecting the person who murdered her mother.

He even used her mother's ashes to threaten her to admit that it was her mistake instead.

At that very moment, Lucy looked at Wyatt as if he were the demon from hell. She was all out of hope and resigned to her fate.

With a trembling hand, she signed the apology letter.

"Are you happy now? Get them to come back-"

Before she could finish her sentence, someone screamed. Eva clutched her head and collapsed on the defendant's bench. "Wyatt, help me! My head hurts again!"

Wyatt frantically threw the tablet aside and rushed over to her. The countdown timer on the live stream ended. Since they did not receive Wyatt's order to stop, the bodyguards opened the lid of the urn…

"No! I've already signed the letter! Wyatt, tell them to stop!" Lucy yelled maniacally, but the bodyguards would not listen to her.

She wanted to pounce on Wyatt, but all he cared for was Eva. Even when he rushed over to her, he brutally elbowed Lucy, knocking her to the floor.

Her forehead knocked onto the corner of the table; tears fell onto the tablet.

It was too late.

The ashes vanished into the sea, carried away by the cold sea breeze.

Lucy's heart broke into a million pieces. She blamed herself. Her mother did not like the cold or the sea, yet she was trapped forever in the depths of the ocean.

"Mom, I'm sorry…" Lucy sobbed. Regret washed over her. She regretted falling for Wyatt and marrying him. She regretted everything.

Lucy suddenly saw black. Before she lost her consciousness, she heard Wyatt saying anxiously, "Eva, hold on! As long as you get well, I'll promise you anything!"

When Lucy came around, she was in the hospital.

A young assistant lawyer stood by the side of the bed, saying to her in a helpless tone, "Ms. Quinn, the case has been settled. You need to try to let it go. Your health is what matters the most now."

Lucy came to her senses. Ignoring that a needle was in her arm connected to the IV drip, she immediately sat up and went through her bag.

"Can you take a look and see if this document is valid?" she asked, her voice trembling, as she handed the document to the assistant lawyer.

She soon received her answer. "Ms. Quinn, your husband has signed the papers. All we need is your signature. You'll be able to get the divorce settled in a month."

That morning, she had taken the papers and knelt in front of Wyatt. Perhaps he was rushing to head out, or he did not believe she would leave him. He was so sure that the papers were fake. So, he signed them without even looking.

He never would have guessed that she meant every word she said. Lucy did not want to wait a single moment longer. She pulled the needle out of her arm and headed straight to the courthouse to hand in her documents.

Once settled, she headed to the beach. She knelt under the cool drizzle and said, "Mom, I will stay in a place by the sea. I'll always be with you."

Her only reply was the sound of the cold breeze. After a long time of kneeling, she wiped her tears and made a call. "Hello, I'd like to arrange a…staged death and rescue."

She stuttered, yet with a determined tone, saying, "It'll happen in a month. I want my death to be a murder. I'll arrange for the place of death. I need you to give me a new identity. Once you rescue me, you'll send me abroad."

She would not only get a divorce, but she would also seek justice for herself. She would give Wyatt a surprise that he would never forget.

Once Lucy settled everything, she returned home. When she arrived, it was already nighttime.

The lights in the living room were still on. Wyatt was feeding Eva chicken soup, spoon by spoon.

"Wyatt, I've uploaded the apology letter online." Eva leaned on Wyatt's shoulder and said, "What Lucy did to me was slanderous. She needs to be taught a lesson about being bullied online. Don't interfere in this."

Wyatt gulped, but then he replied, "Okay. She deserved it."

Lucy suddenly remembered the criticism she had received online. They said that her mother deserved to die, that she was a terrible housekeeper, that she was a nobody…

Her heart felt a jab of pain, but she entered the living area with a neutral expression.

"Where did you go?" Wyatt was stunned to see Lucy's pale face. He softened his tone and asked, "How did you hurt your forehead?"

Lucy ignored him.

Eva chimed in, "Lucy, you're back. Just in time, too. I've brought you presents. Come quickly and have a look."

Wyatt cleared his throat, looking a little hesitant. "Lulu, Eva had been unconscious for a long time. She hasn't fully recovered yet. She'll be staying here for the time being. Please look after her.

"She's lactose intolerant. She can't have cold food. She'll need at least 10 hours of sleep. Her fruits need to be juiced…"

Every word was a jab into Lucy's heart. She chuckled in disbelief. "What? Are you asking me to look after her?"

"Be good, Lucy. Just let things go. Let the past be the past. You were once a housekeeper for my family. I have faith in you…" Wyatt trailed off.

On the dining table was a list of things to look out for in caring for Eva. There were 267 items on the list.

On the floor lay many bags from different luxury brands, but all of the items inside were either used or torn. The so-called gifts Eva gave her were basically trash.

Lucy suddenly recalled how, a few years ago, one of Wyatt's friends had called her a housekeeper, and Wyatt instantly lost it. He immediately cut ties with them and stopped a multi-million-dollar project.

"Lulu is my wife! An insult to her is an insult to me!"

Yet, at that moment, he was the one insulting her, asking her to be a caretaker of her enemy.

His promises meant nothing. She no longer believed him. Lucy held back her tears. That was the last 30 days. She would take it all in.

Little did she expect that night, Eva barged into their room, saying that she had had a nightmare. Wyatt had just finished his shower.

"Wyatt, I can't sleep on my own," she whined in a feeble yet coquettish tone. She got in the bed and hugged Wyatt, who was topless. "The mattress in the guest room is too hard. I'm scared. I want you to sleep with me."

Wyatt furrowed his brows, but Lucy knew he was caving in.

He was so worried for Eva that he scooped her into his arms right in front of Lucy.

He turned to look at Lucy. "Lulu, Eva hasn't suffered like this in her life. Can you...go to another room?"

At that moment, Lucy saw a flash of smugness flicker across Eva's face. Lucy pursed her lips and got out of bed, taking her pillow. "Since Ms. Lawson likes it so much. She can have the bed."

Not only the bed, but she could also have the man. Lucy did not want either, anymore.

For the next few days, Eva quickly regained her energy thanks to Wyatt's nightly accompaniment.

She would get bored sometimes and call a few BFFs over to have afternoon tea.

"Eva, Wyatt must really care for you. The year when you were unconscious, he constantly went to Ingleland. He even said that as long as you woke up, he would get a divorce, just for you!"

Lucy coincidentally walked past, so she overheard that. It had stung.

Since Wyatt was not around, Eva could not be bothered to put on her act. She said, "Lucy, your coffee is disgusting."

Lucy went over. She was about to take the coffee away when one of Eva's friends grabbed her by the wrist. "What sort of attitude is that? Any of Eva's caretakers who make disgusting coffee will have to kneel and apologize! Don't you dare pretend!" she rebuked Lucy after receiving a nudge from Eva.

Before Lucy could react, the other person grabbed her by the hair and poured hot coffee on her.

"Stop it!" The next second, a man's voice interrupted them. Wyatt entered home just in time to see that scene. He ran over and pulled Lucy behind him. "Who said you could bully her?"

Eva's eyes instantly reddened. She clutched her tummy and yelled, "Wyatt, no! Please don't blame my friend! She was only helping me! Lucy deliberately added milk to my coffee. My stomach hurts!"

Wyatt was suddenly taken aback. Then, he looked at Lucy with an icy, inquisitive gaze.

Milk?

"Lucy, I told you that she's lactose intolerant!"

How comical. All it took was just a lie from Eva to stop him from protecting her.

"I didn't do it!" Lucy's eyes stung while coffee dripped from her hair. "She's pretending."

However, her explanation was overpowered by Eva's flawless acting and her friends' exaggerated embellishments.

Wyatt was so furious he shattered the coffee table. He went and scooped Eva up while reprimanding Lucy, saying, "Lucy, stay here and think about what you've done!"

Eva was clearly unhappy about it. She cried even more. "I'm not going to the hospital. No one has ever bullied me like this! I can't take it anymore. Wyatt, just let me die in pain."

Eva would not go to the hospital until Wyatt called his bodyguards. "Lock Lucy up in the cellar!"

The cellar was a punishment for the bodyguards who made huge mistakes in the Grant family. The room was tiny and dark, and also filled with unknown insects.

Lucy resisted while the bodyguards dragged her away. "No! I'm not going!" No matter how she yelled, Wyatt would not listen. He had already taken Eva out of the house without looking back.

Lucy cowered in the corner of the cellar for 24 hours, bearing through the itch and pain on her skin as the insects crawled all over her. It was driving her mad!

No matter how she cried or yelled, the bodyguard standing outside would not budge.

Before she lost all consciousness, she sensed a huge red patch of bumps on her body. She was in so much pain that she felt numb. Tears streaked down her face as she shut her eyes in despair.

"Lulu, wake up." A familiar voice brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes to see the living room chandelier above her.

Wyatt sighed in relief to see her coming around. He said softly, "I know you're mad, Lulu, but what you did was wrong. No matter what, you shouldn't have hurt Eva."

Lucy could not help but snicker. "And you believe her just like that?"

Wyatt furrowed his brows, somewhat annoyed. "Enough. I've already gotten a priest to pray for your mother by the sea. Stop causing trouble anymore. Eva's situation is more important right now.

"She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. You had truly frightened her this time. The doctors were unable to determine what was wrong with her. She couldn't sleep the entire night.

"The priest we called said that the person who did her wrong has to make her a protective bracelet made of thorns…"

Lucy was stunned. Wyatt waited for her to wake up just because of Eva?