Vicky was taken aback for a few seconds and quickly struggled to free herself. "Put me down; I can walk on my own.""Don't be stubborn." Tyler did not let her down and instead said, "You're injured, and you shouldn't move around."'It's just my finger that got hurt, not my foot. I can still walk,' She thought. However, seeing the seriousness in Tyler's expression, Vicky's heart skipped a beat.In the end, she silently allowed Tyler to carry her back to the bedroom, where he fetched the first-aid kit and treated her wound.He was so focused as if he was not merely applying for medicine but handling something sacred.Gazing at the handsome profile of the man before her, Vicky felt a mixture of trance and sorrow.Harry mentioned that Tyler was wary of mental health professionals and treatment, and Vicky knew the reason why.After he returned to the Hart family, his parents put him through torture in the disguise of treatment. Thus, he developed a reluctance toward doctors in that f
"Now, I just want to go back to my studio because of work-related matters. Is that not allowed?" Vicky was calm, but her eyes twinkled with determination.Tyler slowly turned his head and looked into her eyes. "What are you trying to say?"Vicky fell silent for a few seconds before replying, "Tyler, everyone has their work and life, and they should have their own space too. During this time, we've been together almost every day. For now...I want to do some things I've been wanting to do."Tyler lowered his gaze. "Are you saying that you don't actually like being with me?""That's not it..." Vicky furrowed her brow."Isn't it good to be together every day?" Tyler pressed, stepping closer to her."We can't be together all the time," Vicky asserted. "We can't spend twenty-four hours together every day."He interrupted her, staring into her eyes. "Everything is possible as long as you want it."Vicky's gaze flickered, and she parted her lips to speak. However, faced with Tyler's st
"Don't you need to stay with Mister Hart?"Vicky smiled gently but did not explain herself. "We'll be having a guest. Once she arrives, bring her to my office right away."Cece and Jennifer glanced at one another in shock as they were not told Vicky would be coming, nor did they know about any guests....An hour later, someone knocked on Vicky's door. "Vicky, your guest is here," Jennifer called.Vicky got up to answer the door.Standing next to Jennifer was a woman in her forties; she wore glasses and smiled elegantly."Hello, Missus Hart," the woman greeted politely.Vicky invited her into the studio, feeling apologetic for the inconvenience. "I'm sorry for troubling you to come in person."Isabella smiled and replied, "Missus Hart, you don't need to be so polite. I'm just happy that you don't hold my previous actions against me."Vicky knew she was referring to the incident when Isabella hypnotized her. Curious, she asked, "Doctor Yelmon, are you...working for Tyler?""S
Vicky waited patiently for Isabella to continue, yet she seemed to be absorbed in her thoughts.After waiting for a while, she called out, "Doctor Yelmon?"Isabella snapped out of her thoughts and said, "Sorry. I got lost in my thoughts."Vicky looked at her seriously. "You just said that you've tried a lot of methods but none of them worked… So how did he recover?"Isabella turned to look at Vicky. "One day, I saw something on the news.""What news?""News that the Shaws and the Sparks were to join a marriage alliance."Vicky lowered her head and remained silent for a while.The sunlight was warm and bright outside the window, but she felt her blood running cold.The office was unusually quiet, and Isabella did not break the silence either.After what seemed like an eternity, Vicky finally spoke up. "I heard that you want Tyler to continue with his treatment. Is that true?""Yes." Isabella looked at her hesitantly. "Five years ago, he recovered not because of the treatment'
"Tyler would usually get really angry and irritated.""Is he like that typically?""No. He doesn't get influenced by most things," replied Vicky."Have you brought up divorce numerous times throughout your marriage?" Isabella asked.Vicky twitched, causing the water in her glass to spill as she muttered, "I lost count."Isabella continued to make her notes and did not ask another question for a long while after that.There was only the sound of her scrabbling away in the room. Sometime later, she looked up at Vicky. "Missus Hart, you may continue to describe the events after the car accident."As Vicky recounted the events of Tyler standing in the rain on the rooftop and waking up with amnesia, Isabella's expression grew serious as she set her pen down.Seeing her stop writing, Vicky's heart sank. "Doctor Yelmon, why did you stop taking notes?""Missus Hart, you are the most ruthless woman I have ever met," Isabella said, her face still.Vicky lowered her head silently.Isab
After lunch, Isabella continued eating while jotting down notes in her notebook, engrossed in her thoughts. She seemed to have forgotten about Vicky sitting beside her.Vicky did not disturb Isabella and quietly finished her meal.Just then, Vicky's phone on the desk began to ring. She picked it up and saw a familiar name on the screen, causing her to hesitate for a moment.She answered the call, and a low, resonant voice was heard from the other end. "Have you had lunch?""Yeah," Vicky replied. "Have you eaten?""Not yet."Vicky glanced at the time. "It's already past noon. Why haven't you eaten?""I just finished a meeting.""Then you should eat now," Vicky suggested. "Call me back after you finish eating."Upon saying that, Vicky realized that Tyler might immediately get back to work, forgetting to eat altogether after the call.He was usually so engrossed in his work that she could not let her eyes off him for even a short while.She then thoughtfully said, "Let me order
Tyler was not great at conversations and could not say anything apart from mundane subjects."What did you do today? What did you eat at noon? What do you want to do in the afternoon?" he asked.Vicky could tell he did not want to hang up, so she chatted along patiently.20 minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Harry walked in with the lunchbox Vicky ordered for Tyler.He was surprised to find Tyler in a much better mood and said, "Mister Hart, here's your lunch."Tyler responded with a nonchalant hum while he stared at the phone screen.Harry glanced at the screen and understood everything as soon as he saw Vicky's face.By the time the call ended, Vicky's phone was hot to the touch from the prolonged conversation.As she noticed that her phone's battery had dropped by half, Vicky remembered that she had left Isabella alone in the office.As she turned to head back to the office, she spotted Isabella standing at the door with a smile.Vicky felt a bit embarrassed
Vicky remained worried. "Are you sure?"Isabella nodded. "Mister Hart is far stronger than ordinary people, which is why whoever tried to hypnotize and brainwash him failed. He wouldn't have survived until now if he was that easily provoked."Vicky's heart sank. "Doctor Yelmon, what do you mean that someone tried to brainwash him?""I don't know the details, but when I checked his body at the time, I found traces of medications being used on him..." Isabella paused. "My senior mentioned that he was poisoned."A bitter look emerged on Vicky's face. "Has his poison...been eradicated?""At the time, Mister Hart's condition was hardly great. Shortly after the detoxification, he injured himself all over again, and his injuries were so severe that the toxins in his body almost relapsed," Isabella explained.Vicky paled. "Relapsed? Can the toxins that have been removed resurface?"Isabella clarified, "The removal of chronic poisons requires a gradual process. Even with a special antido