Chapter 13

"Vicky Shaw, what makes you think I'd get into a fight with the Larson family because of an insignificant assistant?" sneered Tyler Hart.

An insignificant assistant? Cece, insignificant? She knew it was she who was insignificant.

Vicky gazed at Tyler's side profile with his perfect jawline, and spoke in a low voice, "Tyler, please, I beg you. Please, help me just this one time… Please."

Tyler, however, said nothing; his silent refusal was loud and clear. Vicky balled her hands so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms but she did not feel any pain. Her chest felt stuffy and heavy as though a giant rock was pressing onto her.

Vicky fell quiet and stared out of the window instead. At that moment, she knew Tyler would never help her even if she threw herself at his feet.

—

The next day, Vicky went to visit Sheila in the hospital once more. At that moment, Sasha was regaling Sheila with everything that happened, albeit with more embellishments.

"Sheila, you can't imagine how humiliating it was for Vicky when she waited in the lobby. The two women manning the front desk didn't recognize her and thought she was a sl*t who wanted to seduce Tyler! Haha! Even Tyler's dog enjoys better treatment than her!"

Sheila leaned against the headboard, her long hair resting at the sides of her pale face as she peeled an apple quietly and methodically.

"I heard Cece offended the Larson family. Vicky begged Tyler to help her bail Cece out, but Tyler completely ignored her. The director who harassed you yesterday is apparently very famous, but Tyler didn't even think twice about canceling him. Now, everyone knows you're his woman. Those people will never dare to bully you ever again!"

Sasha basked in self-gratification the more she talked as though she was Sheila.

"My guess is Tyler will divorce Vicky very soon."

Sheila's hand froze in mid-air, and the sudden movement caused the winding apple peel to be cut off.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, and Vicky subsequently entered the ward with a fruit basket in her hand.

"Miss Young, are you feeling better today?"

Sasha's expression changed when she saw Vicky. Pointing at Vicky, she shouted arrogantly, "Vicky Shaw! What are you doing here?"

Vicky ignored Sasha and addressed Sheila instead. "Miss Young, may I have a private word with you?"

Before Sheila could even answer, Sasha's shrill voice interjected, "Sheila, she knew you were in trouble and stopped Tyler from leaving. She purposely delayed Tyler from rescuing you. She's definitely up to no good, coming here today. You shouldn't be alone with this cruel woman. She's probably here to hurt you!"

Sheila's brow furrowed at this. "Ms. Shaw, what is it that you can't say now?"

Vicky replied, "It's about Tyler."

When Tyler's name was mentioned, Sheila's pupils flashed. She lifted her head and said, "Sasha, can you please leave the room for a while?"

Sasha's expression changed. "No. What if this woman tries to do something bad to you—"

"Sasha," interjected Sheila. "Go out, please."

Sasha seemed to be fearful of Sheila. Finally, she threw an angry glance at Vicky before walking out of the ward in a huff.

Once out of the ward, Sasha stared coldly at the two figures in the ward as she took out her phone and made a call. After a few seconds, a voice came from the other side of the phone which prompted Sasha to tearfully say, "Vicky is here. Sheila still hasn't recovered from yesterday's fright and is in no condition to deal with Vicky. Tyler, please come here quickly."

—

In the VIP ward.

Sheila looked at Vicky with a puzzled expression on her face. "Ms. Shaw, what brings you here today?"

Vicky, not beating around the bush, instantly replied, "I think you've heard about what happened during Senior Hart's birthday party. Cece is now in jail because she was charged with intentional harming. I can't bail her out."

"I did hear about this before, but the Larson family is very powerful. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help Miss Lynn either." Sheila looked at Vicky and added, "You should ask Tyler to help you out instead. He has a good relationship with the Larson family. It'll be easier if he's the one helping."

"He refused to help me." Vicky looked indifferent. "He thinks it's not worth crossing the Larson family because of me."

"So you want me to ask him instead?"

Vicky nodded. "That's right."

Sheila furrowed her brow. "Even if I'm willing… there's no guarantee he'll do as I asked."

Vicky looked into Sheila's eyes. "I'll divorce Tyler if you're willing to help me."

This offer shocked Sheila, and she looked to be in sheer disbelief. "You'll… divorce Tyler?"

Sheila's reaction showed just how unbelievable she found the whole thing. After all, previously Vicky was willing to do anything just to remain married to Tyler.

"Yes," replied Vicky simply.

"And Tyler agreed to it?"

Vicky was puzzled by Sheila's question, but she did not think too much of it. "Yes."

Sheila lowered her head. Her long hair covered her cheeks, so Vicky could not see her expression.

Vicky continued, "I was the one who broke up your relationship with Tyler. My guess is you couldn't forget about him since you never once got into another relationship after so many years had passed. Now, both of you have the chance to be together again. It would be a pity if you let this chance go."

She then added after a pause, "I've temporarily lost my memory, so I'm not going to make it difficult for him to get a divorce. But who knows? One day, I may get my memory back, and I'll turn back into the old me—willing to do anything to maintain my marriage and stop you two from being together. When the time comes, it won't be so easy if you want to be together with Tyler again. Miss Young, you're a smart woman. Surely you know opportunity waits for no one."

Finally, Sheila lifted her head and looked at Vicky with a mixed expression. "Seems like you've really lost your memory."

The change of topic stunned Vicky, and she did not know how to respond. A few seconds later, she regained her senses. "Miss Young, about my proposition…"

"I'm sorry," interjected Sheila curtly, "but I can't agree to your proposition."

Once again, Vicky was stunned.

Unlike Sasha, Sheila was a smart woman. She knew when to press on and when to fall back based on the circumstances. Although Vicky was reluctant to admit it, she had to give it to Tyler—he had good taste.

However, Vicky could not understand why Sheila would not jump at the chance of getting back with Tyler. After all, it was not like the task would be too difficult for Sheila to carry out.

Just as Vicky was about to ask this, the door opened.

Tyler walked into the ward and asked icily, "Vicky, what the hell are you doing to Sheila?"