Reborn The Genius They Threw Away

Nathaniel Gilbert and I were both orphans.

When old Antony Henson took us in as his apprentices, he laid down a rule.

"The Henson medical craft passes only to a man, never to a woman."

"I have one daughter. Whichever of you inherits my legacy will be her husband."

The year Hope Henson turned twenty-two, Nathaniel was poisoned during a drug trial, and it left him paralyzed down one side of his body.

And I became, as a matter of course, the Hensons' son-in-law and heir.

On our wedding day, Nathaniel slit his wrists in his sickbed.