Eric was Sebastian's friend and seemed to have known Vicky for a long time, but Vicky did not remember much about him.Scott shoved at the young woman who had remained silent next to him. "Mandy, go on."Mandy's eyes seemed swollen, and she looked extremely tired as she reluctantly apologized to Vicky. "Missus Hart, I was wrong for what I did yesterday. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."Before Vicky could respond, they all heard a voice coming from the stairway. "If someone chops your hand off and apologizes to you afterward, will you forgive her, Miss Simmons?"Eric, Scott, and Mandy all paled in unison.Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, Tyler stepped down the stairs elegantly. His eyes were steady and calm, but his words brought chills to their spines.Scott had not expected Tyler to be so angry about the incident.Sure enough, he was.Scott received a call from old Master Simmons the night before, who shouted at him relentlessly and gave him an ultimatum. "If you can
"It's settled, then. I'll let this go out of my respect for the Simmons family."Mandy, Eric, and even Vicky were shocked by his words.Vicky had thought that what Tyler said was nothing but a threat and did not expect him to mean it.Tyler reached the bottom of the stairs as he spoke and walked over to Vicky. "Do you have any other demands?""..." Since breaking one's arm was already an extremely harsh punishment, she said, "That's all."Tyler looked away and muttered, "As for that beast of yours..."Eric instantly said, "You may deal with it however you please.""Since Miss Simmons is its owner, I don't see a point in getting an outsider to handle it," Tyler said calmly.Eric was a smart man and immediately realized what Tyler meant. "I understand. I'll have Mandy beat that dog to death later."Tyler had sent his men to take the dog away the day before to put it down.Scott did not mind what Tyler might do to the dog as his sister's life mattered most, but he never expected
Eric sneered. "That's too much? Once you know what Tyler Hart is capable of, you will know what it means to be 'too much'."Mandy sobered and muttered, "Eric, are you under that b*tch, Vicky Shaw's spell as well? You kept siding with them and even agreed to break my arm... Just you wait! I'm telling Grandpa!"Eric did not bother arguing with Mandy and took out his phone to call old Master Simmons right away.The call was immediately answered and old Master Simmons said hoarsely, "Eric, how was it?"Eric put his phone on speaker and said, "Tyler Hart wants Mandy to kill her dog and wants us to break one of her arms."Old Master Simmons was instantly relieved. "Eric, it's a good thing that you are here, otherwise, not only will Mandy lose her arm, she will drag the entire family down with her!"Feeling extremely frustrated at old Master Simmons's words, Mandy screamed, "Grandpa, I'm not the one who bit Vicky Shaw's hand and Tyler wants to break my arm! Isn't that too much to ask?!
Vicky jumped at the voice, and as she recovered from the shock, she noticed that Tyler was grabbing her wrist and scanning the wound on her hand.His side profile looked as though it had been carved by the most talented sculptor. Her heart raced, and she felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw the focused look in his eyes.It was a strange, yet familiar feeling…and she felt overwhelmed by it.Just then, Nanny Paterson walked over and said, "Missus Hart, what happened?"Tyler relaxed slightly once he noticed that Vicky's hand was not injured. He looked at Nanny Paterson and said, "Her hand is injured. Don't let her do chores like this anymore."Nanny Paterson glanced at Vicky and immediately grinned. "Of course, Mister Hart."Ever since Vicky lost her memories, it was obvious that Tyler had been gentler with her. Nanny Paterson took it as a sign that the couple would be at peace with one another eventually.She served breakfast on the dining table before heading back into
"You didn't seem to be as happy as I thought you would be when I told you that we could continue with our marriage," Tyler said."That's because you didn't want me to go after Sheila," Vicky retorted without hesitation."And why would that make a difference?" asked Tyler."Of course, there's a difference! You wanting to continue the marriage out of your own will versus you doing it to save somebody else is totally different! What's to say you won't divorce me to save somebody in the future? Given this, isn't it totally normal for me not to jump for joy when you said that?" Vicky uttered."I've already told you, I don't want to marry her anymore," Tyler explained.Vicky pouted and said, "You not wanting to marry her and you compromising because of her are two different things."Tyler looked at her. "I also told you that I didn't make the decision solely because of her."That was exactly why Vicky thought Tyler was a cruel, cold-blooded man; the true reason why her emotions were w
"I am," admitted Tyler calmly.Vicky felt like she could not catch her breath. "Why did you help me with my revenge if you don't want to be with me?"Tyler was an excellent businessman, and his interest always came first. Everything he did served a purpose, and he never did anything without first thinking it through.He would never have crossed the Simmons family if he planned on divorcing Vicky. That would be out of character for him to do it since he was never known to risk his own interest for a mere woman.Tyler looked askance at Vicky, and his tone was cold and demeaning when he replied, "Who else would be willing to be my wife if people heard that Missus Hart was treated worse than an animal?"After a pause, he continued with a straight face, "Don't flatter yourself. I had the same thought as you when I did it: paving a clear path ahead for me to take on a new Missus Hart by showing everyone just how good of a life she would have. That way, the woman in question might look p
Vicky had spent enough time with Tyler, so she knew what he was thinking. With a smile, she took out something from the lunch bag. "This is my lunch."It was only a cupcake.Tyler frowned. "Are you so poor that you can't afford to buy lunch?""I ate too much for breakfast, so I don't feel like eating too much for lunch." Vicky tore the packaging. "I'm pretty sure I'll be hungry again before dinner time. Why don't you get off work earlier so that we can have an early dinner?"Tyler looked at her. "So that was your plan all along?""Yes." Vicky admitted it without hesitation. "You don't want a disabled wife, right? Come home early for dinner. Both you and I will be well. It's a win-win situation, and everyone is happy.""Vicky, I can always look for a new wife if you've become disabled," Tyler replied.Using a fork, Vicky took a bite of the cake. "You won't be able to take a new wife as long as I don't agree to the divorce," she said while still chewing the cake."I seem to remem
"You're right, Miss Young. I neglected my duty as Tyler's wife."Vicky made no excuses and swiftly agreed to Sheila’s oversight. "Thank you for reminding me. I'll pay extra attention and would never allow such things to happen again."She then turned around to look at Tyler. "Honey, I'm sorry I've neglected you these days, but it won't happen again."Sheila's face stiffened. She subconsciously tightened her grip on the lunch bag. Her expression darkened even more when she saw Tyler holding a pair of cutlery.If she had not entered the office, Tyler would have eaten the food Vicky brought for him. She took a glance at the food inside the lunch box and then at Vicky."Tyler shouldn't be eating things that would upset his stomach. Some of the food you've brought will do exactly that. Ms. Shaw, why don't we let Tyler eat the food I've prepared for him today?" Sheila put a smile back on her face and opened up the lunch box she brought.A delicious aroma filled the entire office. The p