Chapter 1187
The person did not answer her question directly and instead asked, [Have you ever thought of marrying
Tyler?]
Vicky jolted, dumbfounded by the suggestion. [Never.]
There was another long pause until over half an hour later when the person replied. [Do you want to
marry him?]
Vicky firmly replied. [No.]
[Why not?]
Vicky did not want to mention her past with Tyler and simply explained, [Tyler considers me his enemy.
If I marry him, I will die a horrible death.]
[The Shaws have gone bankrupt and moved away. Harvey Sparks was in prison and is no longer in
Stoneford City. You have no one to rely on. Forget Tyler-you canât even defend yourself from other
bullies. Are you willing to keep living like this?] The person continued.
Vickyâs gaze flickered as she did not want to continue living such a pathetic life, but as the mysterious
man said, she was helpless and could not defend herself.
Just then, the person sent another message. [By becoming Missus Hart, you wonât have to live like this
anymore, nor will you be subjected to othersâ humiliations. Tyler wonât be able to harm you to the
extreme as well. For you, itâs undoubtedly the most suitable choice at the moment.] Vicky instinctively
refused the idea. [He already has a girlfriend, and theyâre about to get married.]
[So you want them to live happily ever after while you suffer?]
[I disgust him. He wonât marry me, and one can never force love.] Vicky replied.
[He treated you unjustly, yet you still want to consider his well-being?]
Vicky fell silent.
Tyler had gone too far, and it would be foolish to forgive and accept him.
The mysterious man seemed to sense her reluctance and gently persuaded her. [Donât you want to let
him know that youâre not someone he can treat as he pleases? Donât you want to take control of your
destiny?]
The manâs words struck a chord within Vickyâs heart. Ever since the incident with Gloria, she had been
treated like a puppet. He would glance at her when he was in a good mood, but when he was in a bad
mood, he would abandon her or even try to destroy her. Her tolerance had long reached its limit. He
ruined her job and her life, yet it seemed he had no intention of stopping.
âSince he treated me heartlessly, why should I cherish our memories?â she thought.
Vicky gritted her teeth. [What should I do?]
[Go to the hospital tomorrow.]
Vicky was puzzled. [The hospital? Why do I need to go to the hospital?]
[I will make the arrangements for you. Youâll find out when you get there.]
Vicky was still confused but refrained from asking further questions.
The next day, as per the mysterious personâs instructions, Vicky went to the hospital early in the
morning.
The nurse had been arranged in advance by the mysterious person to politely draw blood from Vicky
and asked her to wait outside.
Vicky did not know why the nurse had drawn her blood and waited dazedly, wondering if there was
something melodramatic about her background that she did not know of, when a familiar voice
suddenly reached her ears.
âTyler, I was just suffering from low blood sugar and fainted. Itâs nothing serious. Thereâs no need to
come to the hospital for a check-up.â
âNo, I insist.â A manâs pleasant, melodious voice rose. âGet checked. I wonât be at ease otherwise.â
âTyler, youâre making a big fuss over nothing.â The womanâs voice sounded resigned but joyful at the
same time.
Vicky lifted her head and paled when she saw two figures approaching with elegance and grace.