For My Son’s Revenge, I Became the Comatose Heir’s Bride

After the court rejected my eighteenth petition for justice for my son, I applied to marry the Whitmore family’s comatose heir as a bride meant to bring him luck.

Once I married into the Whitmore family, I would gain access to the only lawyer in the entire capital brave enough to take my case.

I would also finally escape the husband who had personally committed me to a psychiatric hospital for the sake of his childhood sweetheart.

“Mrs. Whitmore, my birth date and horoscope are a perfect match for your son.”

I pushed the documents across the table, forcing my voice to remain calm.