Chapter 1239
Tyler was merciless toward Vicky before he lost his memories, so Vicky was determined to get back at
him while he was still injured.
Aurora was right; the feeling of being able to retaliate felt wonderful.
Since Tyler had agreed to divorce her, Vicky became fearless.
Harry cleared his throat. âUm⦠Mister Hart wants to shower, but his wounds canât get wet. Iâm at my
witâs end, so I can only ask that Missus Hart interfere.â
Vickyâs direct, rough approach placed Tyler in a fit of rage, but he was helpless due to his current state.
Tyler had always been a man of patience and perseverance, so he stopped refusing to be fed ever
since the previous event as he knew that any protest would only end with his suffering.
Tyler was never one to make useless struggles.
Harry knew that once Tyler was discharged from the hospital, Vicky would undoubtedly be in for a
tough time, but for the time being, Vickyâs approach seemed to be effective. Harry could only turn to her
for help.
Upon hearing this, Vicky showed no signs of surprise as she had witnessed firsthand what a
troublemaker Tyler was
years ago. She nodded and said, âI understand. Leave it to me.â She paused for a few thoughtful
moments and continued, âHarry, youâve been at the hospital for so many days. You donât need to come
here anymore. Go home and rest.â
Harry glanced at Vicky cautiously and asked, âBut.Js that okay?â
âItâs fine. I can handle things here on my own.â
Harry had a hunch about what Vicky intended to do and silently prayed for Tyler, understanding the
predicament he would face. âUnderstood, Missus Hart. Let me know if you have anything else you
need me to do.â
Vicky nodded. âYou can go now.â
After bidding farewell to Vicky, Harry left.
Once he was gone, Aurora winked at Vicky and said, âGood luck, Vicky!â
âWhen would be a better time to torment him than now? Letâs torture this twisted guy to death!â Aurora
gleefully cheered internally.
Vicky smiled at Aurora and turned to enter the ward.
The bright sunlight streamed through the window, casting its radiance upon the man who had his eyes
closed as he lay quietly on the hospital bed.
The sun highlighted the sharp contours of his face, giving it
a dazzling golden glow and enhancing its naturally handsome and perfect appearance. He exuded an
innate elegance and nobility despite his disheveled state.
Vicky approached the bed. âI heard you want to take a bath?â
Tylerâs lashes fluttered slightly, but he refused to speak or open his eyes and ignored her entirely.
Ever since she force-fed him, Tyler had stopped talking to her and always gave her the cold shoulderâ
a clear indication that he wanted nothing to do with her.
Seeing that he did not respond, Vicky paid no mind to it. Instead, she picked up her phone and started
messaging Cece.
To avoid disturbing Tylerâs rest, she had set her phone to silent mode, but in the quiet ward, the
buzzing sound of the messages could still be heard.
Tyler, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes abruptly and demanded, âGet out.â
Without lifting her head, Vicky replied, âIf you donât want to see me, hurry up and recover from your
injuries. Your frequent escapades delay your treatment and make me feel like youâre reluctant to let me
go. This almost looks like youâre stalling.â