Chapter 3

The loud shout snapped Irene back to reality. She quickly shook off Jason's hand and rushed to my side, her face full of worry as she asked, "Antonio, are you okay? I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

She helped the staff lift me up, and when she saw the wound on my head, she angrily scolded them, making them look down in shame.

Once she was done scolding, Irene held me tightly, her voice trembling as she said, "It's okay now. I'll never let you get hurt again."

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would've believed through her voice that she held nothing but concern for me.

But now, seeing her hypocritical face, I just felt disgusted.

I would've died for her, yet she pushed me, the blind one, into danger to save Jason.

There was indeed a safety hazard on stage, but if Irene hadn't pushed me, I wouldn't have been injured.

Thankfully, the frame wasn't heavy. I only scraped my skin a little, so there was no major harm.

Irene took me inside and grabbed the first aid kit.

Her gaze stayed fixed on me, and when she saw I hadn't brought up Jason's words, she awkwardly smiled faintly and explained, "Someone must have forgotten to turn off their phone during the short play. That line was really embarrassing."

I silently watched her lie, too tired to expose it.

She quickly cleaned my wound and apologized, "It's all my fault for not taking better care of you. You just got out of the hospital, and now you're hurt again. I'll go make you some nourishing soup."

She left, and not long after, a dark shadow loomed over me. I looked up and met Jason's troubled eyes.

He stared into my eyes for a long time. Finally, he spoke.

"Antonio... your eyes aren't really blind, are they?"

I froze for a moment, instinctively looking at him again, a hint of confusion in my gaze.

Jason let out a cold laugh as if he'd figured it out.

"You've been showing me a lot of clues that you can see. For example, when you received the fake watch, your eyes dimmed. When you saw my name on the contract, I saw a flash of hurt in your eyes. When the stage collapsed, you instinctively raised your hand to block...

"All of that didn't escape me."

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

The truth was, I hadn't even tried to hide it.

But Irene, who always claimed to love me deeply, never noticed.

Instead, it was Jason, someone who didn't know me well, who saw through it first.

I didn't respond.

Yet Jason kept murmuring to himself, confusion written all over his face.

"Wait... Irene deliberately staged this accident just to have your corneas transplanted to me.

"I really regained my sight because of it, but how can you see?"

I stood there, stunned, a chill creeping down my spine.

No wonder... I remembered only faintly injuring myself and losing consciousness, never damaging my eyeball. So why couldn't I see?

It turned out that Irene, the one I trusted most, had secretly given my eyes to Jason.

Even though my heart had already grown numb, the pain still hit me all at once.

All the love I had poured out, in the end, was wasted.

Jason hadn't stopped there. He kept saying.

"Antonio, since you've seen it all, you know Irene has always loved me.

"Don't be fooled by her pretending to care about you. It's all just to make me turn back to her.

"I only said I needed a cornea, and she gave you up for me.

"If you know what's good for you, stay out of the way. She isn't someone a guy like you can ever match."

He said his cruel words and left, smugly satisfied.

What he didn't know was that the recorder in my pocket had been running the whole time, capturing everything he said.