Chapter 1189: Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192

Sheila sneered. “Stop pretending, Ms. Shaw. You disgust me!

Sheila clearly did not believe Vicky and dismissed her attempt to explain herself as an act.

“Miss Young, I…”

“Vicky Shaw, you appeared in the hospital today to let me know you’re pregnant, didn’t you?”

interjected Sheila.

Vicky moved her lips but could not utter a single word.

Sheila cast her one final glare before stepping out of the room expressionlessly.

Vicky was overwhelmed by guilt as she was not truly pregnant. It was all a lie, and a lie would

eventually be exposed.

Knowing that Tyler and Sheila would find out about the truth, Vicky gritted her teeth and hurried after

Sheila. “Miss Young, please let me explain.”

Sheila acted as though she had seen through Vicky’s true nature as she coldly shook off Vicky’s hand.

“Ms. Shaw, please let go.”

“This is all a misunderstanding…” Vicky tried to explain, but Sheila did not want to hear her voice.

Sheila’s expression shifted in her anger as she said, “If you have something to say, talk to Tyler.

There’s nothing for us to discuss.”

However, Vicky held onto Sheila’s wrist and refused to let go. “Miss Young, can you give me some

time?”

“I don’t want to hear any of your excuses!”

As they continued their struggle, something unexpected happened.

With a sudden cry, Sheila lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs.

Vicky was stunned. Before she could react, however, a tall figure emerged from the room.

Seeing Sheila fall down the stairs, Tyler’s gaze flickered slightly as he called out, “Sheila!” He quickly

descended the steps and lifted Sheila from the floor. “Are you okay?”

Sheila’s forehead was slicked with cold sweat, and her face turned pale as a sheet in evident pain. “My

hand… My hand…”

Tyler’s expression darkened. “Hold on a little. I’ll take you to the hospital now.”

With that, Tyler carried Sheila and walked away with long strides.

Vicky was rooted on the spot for a while before snapping out of it to follow them.

In the hospital, the doctor’s expression was solemn as he spoke to Tyler, “Miss Young has multiple

fractures in her

hand. After proper recovery, it won’t affect her daily life, but… ” He glanced at Tyler and sighed softly.

“I’ve heard that Miss Young plays the piano. Unfortunately, from now on…she may never be able to

play again.”

Vicky, who stood nearby, was shaken to the core and instinctively asked, “What do you mean?”

The doctor explained, “Playing the piano requires precise control of wrist strength, which is very

different from any regular day hand movements. Even after recovery, her hand won’t be able to fully

regain its original function.”

Having also played the piano herself, Vicky understood the implications of the doctor’s words.

When she studied abroad, her teachers often reminded them to protect their hands and avoid injuries,

especially fractures. Once they broke a bone, it could mean the end of one’s musical career.

Just then, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.