Chapter 1133
Rage overwhelmed the last bit of Tylerâs senses.
He pinned Vicky against the dresser roughly and said, âYou want to leave with him? Dream on! Youâll
never get away from me unless I die.* He sneered sinisterly. âEven if I am to die, Iâm going to make
sure you die with me as well.â
The skin care products and bottles on the dresser fell onto the floor loudly, and Vickyâs back slammed
against the hard surface of the dresser. A sharp pain shot up her body, but Tyler showed her no mercy.
He lowered his head and bit onto her lips viciously.
The long night stretched on as if dawn would never come.
After a night of torment and suffering, Vicky finally fell into a coma.
In the last moment before losing consciousness, she felt a sense of relief.
She did not know how long she had been sleeping when the sounds of arguments faintly reached her
ears.
âTyler, Vicky has had a high fever for so many days. Why wonât you take her to the hospital and keep
her locked in the room instead?!â The voice was familiar but carried a stern, hostile tone that should not
belong to the speaker.
His voice should be gentle and deep, like a spring breeze,â Vicky thought dazedly.
âThe medical team is currently treating Vicky. Itâs best for you to mind your business, Lincoln,â another
voice, low and cold, responded.
Even though Vickyâs mind was muddled, she recognized that this was Tyler
âMedical team?â Lincoln looked at the man blocking the door, preventing him from entering to visit, and
chuckled coldly. âAre you really trying to help Vicky, or are you planning to intentionally make her go
crazy and lose her memory again, just like last time?â
Tyler remained silent for a few seconds before responding coldly, âHer fever has subsided.â
âIf the fever has subsided, why hasnât she woken up yet?â
Tyler turned his head and looked at Vicky, who was lying on the bed in a deep sleep.
Sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting a pale and lifeless hue on her face. Her eyes
were tightly shut, giving her an appearance of a lifeless doll.
Tylerâs gaze became obscure.
That morning after their night together, Vicky developed a high fever.
At first, it was just a common fever, and Tyler called the family doctor to administer intravenous fluids to
Vicky.
However, Vickyâs fever did not subside after that.
Realizing that something was amiss, Tyler called in a professional medical team.
After finally managing to bring her temperature down, Vicky still failed to regain consciousness.
In the end, the doctors concluded that the reason Vicky had not regained consciousness was due to
mental and psychological issues, and unfortunately, there was no cure for a broken heart.
Lincolnâs frostily insisted, âPerhaps Vicky refuses to wake up because she doesnât want to see you.
Tyler, let her go.â
Without hesitation, Tyler withdrew his gaze and replied,â Thatâs impossible.â
âIf this continues, you will end up killing her!â
Tylerâs tone was cold and ruthless. âEven in death, she can only belong to me.â
Tyler remained firm in his stance and had stationed several guards at the door.
Lincoln could not get anywhere near Vicky. He visited every day to see Vicky, but Tyler refused to let
anyone in.
Not only did he deny Lincoln access, but he also turned away Old Mister Hart when he came to visit
Vicky, as though he feared that Vicky would be taken away from him if he let anyone through the door.