Reborn in the '80s, I Became a Research Legend

The day Barret Gilbert got into college back in the eighties, he tore up the marriage contract our two families had made, right there in front of the whole village. And only a few hours earlier, my parents had driven into town to buy meat to celebrate for him, and their cart went over into a ravine, both of them killed, their bodies not yet cold. Yet there he stood, holding the hand of a city girl from the youth-placement program, and so she wouldn't get the wrong idea, he said with a cold, indifferent face: