"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
Avery's eyes lit up. "Really?"Old Mister Hart gently replied, "When have I ever lied to you?"In the Hart family, Old Mister Hart was a one-of-a-kind authority figure. Compared to his lackluster sons, his past achievements were almost legendary, so Avery never doubted Old Mister Hart's abilities.Curious, she whispered, "Grandpa Hart, do you have a plan?"Old Mister Hart glanced at her and smiled. "I've never thought that what happened could lead to their separation, frankly."The divorce agreement required both parties' signatures to become effective. Only Vicky had signed it, while Tyler had yet to sign it.No one could force Tyler into ending the marriage unless he agreed to the divorce.There was no point in using force, as Old Mister Hart wanted Tyler to return to the Hart family willingly instead of deepening Tyler's resentment toward his family. Once he returned, he would find ways to resolve Tyler's relationship with Orion and Valencia.Avery's grandfather once said th
'Tyler brought up Noah again. Didn't Isabella tell me Tyler's condition was improving? Why would he suddenly have an episode? Was Old Mister Hart right? Does the mere sight of me trigger some kind of disturbance, leading to memory confusion?' she thought.Before she could make sense of it all, the sound of the door opening reached her ears from the entrance.A man dressed in black clothes and black trousers, carrying a tray of food, approached her with a stern expression.Catching a glimpse of his menacing demeanor, Vicky's eyes widened, and she involuntarily shrank back.She had fainted the day before. Furious with her, Tyler had slept with her, and upon discovering she was not a virgin, he became even more enraged, convinced she slept with Noah.She fainted at some point, and she found herself here when she finally woke up.The scene before her was familiar. She even experienced it before as Tyler's first reaction to this sort of situation was always to hide her away where no o
Noah's reaction was equally swift. He sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the strike.Noah's father had served in the military for years and disliked those who lacked strength. Despite Noah's preference for the arts and his usual display of gentility, he was trained in combat skills and remained unscathed so far despite all the things that happened in his life.However, the opponent's skills seemed to surpass his.Another knife was sent at a tricky angle, aiming directly for a vital organ.Noah, who evaded the first attack, had no time to adjust his posture. Just as the knife was about to pierce into his body, the cat in his arms emitted another piercing scream.In a flash, the cat pounced toward the assailant, who evaded the attack. The knife directed at Noah deviated slightly, leaving a streak of blood on the black fur of the catThe blade flew past Noah with a tint of blood on the blade.Noah was momentarily stunned, his eyes reddening with distress. "Ruby!"The black cat had sav
Vicky had no idea where Tyler had gone.Being in a dim environment for an extended period tended to induce drowsiness, and her consciousness quickly started to blur.Just as she was on the verge of falling asleep, Vicky heard the door opening, and her senses sharpened instantly. She raised her head and turned her gaze toward the door.Footsteps drew closer, and a tall figure soon appeared in the doorway.Tyler's silhouette was cast upon the wall as he entered the room with his head hung low. His black attire made it look as though he blended into the darkness.Instantly realizing that Tyler was in a foul mood, she could not help but worry about him. "What's wrong?"Upon hearing her voice, Tyler's footsteps paused for a moment. He slowly lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes tinged with confusion.Feeling uneasy from the unusual look on his face, she asked, "Is something wrong?"Tyler approached her and embraced her.Vicky was taken aback as he whispered into her ear, "Vicky