Chapter 1240
Tylerâs deep gaze fell upon her, his voice cold as he spoke,â Ms. Shaw, you keep saying that we have a
bad relationship and that you want to divorce me once Iâm discharged, but your recent behavior doesnât
seem like someone who wants a divorce. It seems like youâre the one who doesnât want to divorce, Ms.
Shaw.â
Ever since his amnesia, Tyler had been calling her Ms. Shaw 1 at every turn.
Vicky lifted her head to meet his eyes. âYes, Iâm reluctant to divorce you. Thatâs why I want to please
you before you abandon me, hoping to move you with my actions and make you stop bringing up the
divorce. Satisfied?â
Tyler furrowed his brow slightly and was about to speak when a knock on the door interrupted them.
A doctor entered to administer treatment for Tyler.
After the doctor left, neither Vicky nor Tyler resumed their previous conversation. It was not until
evening when Tyler noticed Vicky had not left yet that he finally snapped. âWhy havenât you left yet?â
Every day at this time, Harry would come to relieve Vicky of her duty. Vicky would stay with Tyler during
the day, and Harry would take the night shift to look after Tyler.
Vicky took out the items she prepared in the adjacent lounge and answered casually, âIâll be on night
duty tonight.â
âWhat about Harry?â
Vicky paused for a moment and looked at Tyler with a smirk.
âMister Hart, Harry is your assistant, not your servant. Heâs done his utmost in taking care of you for so
long. Now that your health has improved considerably, youâre still making him look after you day and
night. Arenât you ashamed?â
Tylerâs tone was indifferent. âAn assistant is akin to a halfservant. Heâs taken care of me, and in the
future, Iâll be sure to reward him.â
Vicky fell into silence.
His insolence reminded her of the past when she took care of him and how he always threw money
around.
Vicky looked at him and said, âSince you acknowledge that being taken care of is a matter of decency,
then why donât you feel the need to reward me, then? Do you think it is only natural for your wife to take
care of you?â
Tyler gazed back at her. âIf you donât want to take care of me, you can just say so. Thereâs no need for
these repeated attempts to test me.â
Vicky froze and thought to herself, âHe noticed it.â
Indeed, she had taken care of him while also testing him but had not discovered anything out of place.
Still, she could not bring herself to believe that he truly had amnesia.
Since Tyler seemed to know what she was doing, Vicky decided to drop the act.
âTyler, tell me now that you havenât really lost your memory, and maybe I can forgive you.â
Tylerâs voice was cold. âI donât need your forgiveness. Can you please stop appearing in front of me
from now on?â
Vicky studied him carefully. âYou got injured saving me, and you know that even if I wanted a divorce, I
wonât leave at this moment.â
âYou want a divorce?â Tylerâs gaze toward her became increasingly strange. âDidnât you say it was me
who wanted a divorce and you didnât want to?â
âTyler Hart, stop acting! You couldnât have really lost your memory!â
Tyler stared at her like he was looking at a lunatic and reached out to press the bell near his bed.
A few minutes later, a doctor rushed in, drenching in sweat.â Mister Hart, what do you need?â
Tyler pointed at Vicky. âGet her out of here. She probably bumped her head and went crazy.â
ââ¦â The doctor instantly fell into silence.
That night, Vicky laid in her bed and noticed that Tyler was trying to get out of bed from the corner of
her eyes.
Her eyes widened, and she immediately darted toward the bed. âTyler Hart, do you have some kind of
sick hobby of torturing people around you?!â