Chapter 1094
âVicky Shaw, if itâs not for you, Tyler and Lincoln wouldnât have gotten into fights! Who are you to stop
me?!â
Vicky froze, realizing that she was the last person who should stand in Valenciaâs way.
It was unfair for her to keep the truth of the incident hidden to protect Tyler, and she could not help but
wonder if it was worth being so ungrateful for the sake of Tyler, the man who tortured her.
Just as she hesitated, the door opened, and a slender figure stepped outside.
âMom, youâve misunderstood the situation. Vicky hasnât done anything wrong, nor has Tyler⦠I just ate
the wrong thing and have a rash on my face. I didnât want you to worry, so I asked for Grandfatherâs
permit to stay here until I get better.â
The manâs voice flowed like a gentle stream, warm and elegant.
Valencia was shocked when Lincoln stepped outside, and her eyes widened in terror when she saw his
face. âLincoln, your⦠Your faceâ¦â
Vicky looked over, and she too was taken aback.
After the period of recuperation, the bruises on Lincolnâs face had mostly healed.
When Vicky saw him the day before, the bruises had faded for the most part and were expected to fully
recover within a week. However, his face was covered in numerous red rashes at the moment. His
once handsome features transformed into a grotesque appearance, and both Valencia and Vicky were
stunned by the sight.
âLincoln, what happened to your face?â Valencia stepped forward, wanting to examine his face but
hesitated, fearing that her hands might carry bacteria and worsen his condition.
She held back, refraining from reaching out.
âI accidentally ate something Iâm allergic to. The doctor said I should avoid exposing my face to light
and wind,â Lincoln said with resignation. âI didnât tell you to prevent you from worrying, and Vicky has
been taking care of me during this time.â
Vicky could not help but give Lincoln another look at the realization that Lincoln was still trying to cover
up for her and Tyler.
Regardless, the condition of his face indeed seemed like an allergic reaction. Seemingly believing his
explanation, Valenciaâs emotions gradually calmed down.
âYou, my child, have always been like this. You never tell your mother about your injuries or illnesses.
Itâs precisely because you didnât inform me that I was worriedâ¦â
Lincoln interrupted her, âMother, you misunderstood Vicky and Tyler. As for what youâve heard, theyâre
nothing but
baseless rumors.â
Valencia fell silent for a few seconds before addressing Vicky, albeit rigidly. âThank you for taking care
of Lincoln on my behalf. I was wrong for jumping to a conclusion earlier.â She then inquired in detail
about Lincolnâs condition.
Upon learning that he only needed rest and would recover, she finally relaxed.
She prattled on, instructing Lincoln on every detail to pay attention to, her eyes filled with concern and
worry for him, which was a stark contrast to her usual indifference toward Tyler.
For some reason, a hint of obscurity emerged in Vickyâs heart.
Just then, composed footsteps echoed from the direction of the stairs. Simultaneously, a manâs low,
clear voice rose above the crowd. âWhat happened here?â