My father was framed for murder, and only seven days remained to appeal his death sentence. In tears, I called my husband, who was overseas on a business trip, and begged for help. He was a top-tier star lawyer who had never lost a case, the only person who might be able to clear my father's name. “Don't panic, sweetheart. My private jet can get me home in three hours. Wait for me!” Lu Chen boarded the plane without hesitation, then vanished. I called him countless times, but all I got was a lukewarm reply: “Yaoyao, there's an important case I can't get away from. Tell Dad to wait. I'll come back and defend him in court as soon as I can.” On the other end of the line, his senior, a fellow law student, laughed coquettishly. On the seventh day, my father collapsed in a pool of blood... As I broke down with new evidence proving his innocence in my hands, I saw Lu Chen confidently telling the media how he'd won his senior an astronomical divorce settlement. In that moment, I knew my world had fallen apart.
