After the call ended, someone handed Old Mister Hart a cup of tea and asked, "Old Mister Hart, do you think she'll agree to it?"He accepted the tea and smiled. "She doesn't have a choice now, does she?""I can tell she's more determined than she was five years ago, though," the person said."Five years ago, she was just a young woman who just graduated from college. Her mindset, maturity, and experience differed from what she has now. Besides, she didn't date Tyler for long at the time, and I didn't even need to intervene—Valencia alone was enough to force Vicky into compliance." He paused to take a sip of the tea. "After being with Tyler for years and learning the torment Tyler has gone through to be with her, it's only natural she refuses to let go. Tyler has been making her life a living hell lately, but she...showed no sign of giving up on him. Avery sure is formidable and knows her way around finding the perfect partner. However, she's far too naive if she thinks this is enoug
It was the moment to strike, and Tyler's unconscious state would likely be the last straw to break Vicky's resolve. She could not possibly tolerate seeing Tyler descend into madness as it would likely destroy his life.Old Mister Hart had long detected the conspiracy between Avery and Valencia, and while he had many opportunities to intervene, he chose to watch in cold detachment. His ultimate goal was to force a breakup between Vicky and Tyler, coerce Tyler to return to the Hart family, and continue his service for the family's resurgence, thus restoring its glory.When it was necessary, he could offer a helping hand to both Vicky and Tyler. However, his assistance was never driven by genuine concern for the younger generation, and every move he made served his purposes.Old Mister Hart might appear gentle and harmless, but beneath that façade was a cold, ruthless strategist. Otherwise, he would not have brushed it off when Tyler's biological parents nearly drove him to his demise.
Just as Isabella contemplated how she could convince Vicky to follow the plan, Vicky said calmly, "Alright."Isabella turned to look at Vicky in disbelief. "Missus Hart...""Since this is the only way, so be it." Vicky chuckled bitterly. "It's far better than letting Avery have him and allowing her to manipulate him."Isabella studied the pale look on Vicky's face, her heart breaking with Vicky's. "Missus Hart, I've been trying my best to look for a cure, but...none of them seem to work. I'm truly at my wit's end, so...""You don't have to explain yourself. I understand." Vicky did not blame Isabella at all. "I caused all these to happen. If only I didn't give up on Tyler so easily back then, maybe..."Vicky's gaze shifted to the man lying on the bed. With his eyes closed, he looked as though he was simply asleep."I keep making the wrong choices." Vicky's voice was soft as if she was talking to herself. "Back then, I shouldn't have given up so easily. Now, I shouldn't insist on
While speaking, Old Mister Hart's assistant handed him a document. "Vicky, take a look at this," he said.Vicky gazed at the document Old Mister Hart handed over, her gaze wavering. After a few seconds, she silently accepted the papers.As she unfolded the first document, she realized it was a share-transfer agreement. Vicky casually scanned the names on it and signed her name without any hesitation.This share-transfer agreement was meant to transfer the shares in her possession back to Tyler, to which Vicky had no objections whatsoever.Observing her decisiveness, a hint of admiration flickered in Old Mister Hart's eyes.He never disliked Vicky as Valencia had. From Tyler's perspective, Vicky was to blame for their breakup, but in Old Mister Hart's eyes, Vicky was clever to have made such a choice.Neither Vicky nor Tyler had the leverage to resist the Hart family. Had she insisted on staying by Tyler's side, they would not have been able to marry as anyone with power could hav
"Ms. Shaw, I hope you won't meet Tyler again. Right now, you're the cause of his condition. Seeing you triggers negative memories and leads to his loss of control. Currently, what we need to do most is to stabilize Tyler's emotions and isolate the triggers that cause him to lose control."Old Mister Hart's expression remained calm, his words clear. There was no hint of displeasure or blame as he spoke, yet each word he said struck Vicky like lightning.In his composed way, Old Mister Hart was telling her she was responsible for Tyler's state.A prolonged silence followed before Vicky said, "Old Mister Hart, can you assure me that once Tyler returns to the Hart family, he won't be subjected to scheming and torment from Missus Hart?"Old Mister Hart paused for a moment, then smiled. "Of course. Tyler is my grandson. I won't turn a blind eye to that.""Back when he first returned to the Hart family, you knew what Missus Hart did to him, yet you chose to ignore it." Vicky gazed into O
Both Old Mister Hart and his assistant knew what he said held no meaning because there was no such thing as perfection in life.Soon, Tyler was brought away with Isabella.Before leaving, Isabella solemnly assured Vicky she would provide daily updates on Tyler's condition until he recovered.After Tyler's departure, the once spacious mansion felt desolate.Upon arriving in Molivia, Isabella promptly informed Vicky of their safe arrival. The next day, Isabella relayed that Tyler had regained consciousness, though his condition appeared far from stable, marked by severe memory lapses.On the third day, Isabella sent word that the Hart family had initiated a comprehensive and systematic treatment plan for Tyler. The medical team consisted of renowned specialists in mental health from around the world.On the fourth day, Isabella reported, "Mister Hart's condition seems to have improved. The medical treatment appears to be showing some effects."Subsequent days followed a pattern wh
Vicky was taken aback and was about to struggle and shout when a familiar deep voice reached her ears."Vicky, it's me."Vicky stiffened. She blinked as her gaze shifted toward the person behind her.A tall, slender figure shielded by the cool white light cast a gentle shadow over her. Even though the man was wearing a hat and glasses, Vicky recognized him at once.The man loosened his grip on her."Tyler," Vicky muttered bitterly. "How... How did you end up here?"He lowered his gaze to meet her eyes. "They said you wanted a divorce. I didn't believe it."Suddenly, Vicky remembered that Isabella told her Tyler was going to be hypnotized, but Tyler seemed sane and lucid at the moment, showing no sign of memory distortion."You..." Vicky parted her lips to speak.Tyler glanced around and lowered his voice, "Let's talk at home."Vicky remained silent for a few seconds, then opened the car door.As she moved to the driver's seat, Tyler's eyes widened in surprise. "Why are you d
At that moment, Tyler's face contorted in pain as he pressed his temples, looking as though he had a splitting headache.Alarmed, Vicky hurriedly approached him. "Tyler, what's wrong?"Tyler scowled, his breath ragged as he attempted to gain control of himself."Tyler..."Before Vicky could finish, her wrist was seized before a sinister gaze locked onto her."Why?" His voice was filled with uncontrollable anger. "Why did you betray me? Why did you break up with me?"Vicky's astonishment lasted only a moment. "Break up?"His long fingers ruthlessly pinched her chin as he gritted out, "When did you and Noah get together?"Vicky paled as she mumbled inwardly, 'Noah...?'...Meanwhile, in the Harts' mansion in Molivia.Avery arrived to pay her customary visit to Tyler as usual.She had heard about Vicky and Tyler's divorce while Tyler had been brought back to the Harts' mansion and was undergoing psychological treatment.A glint of satisfaction flickered in Avery's eyes.Tyle