Chapter 1279: Chapter 1282

Chapter 1282

Two hours later, the door to the hypnosis room opened.

Vicky hurriedly approached the doctor. “Doctor, how did Tyler do?”

“The hypnosis was successful, but we’ll have to wait for Mister Hart to wake up to find out if it’s

effective.”

Vicky glanced inside the room and asked, “Is he asleep?”

The doctor nodded and softly advised, “Mister Hart now trusts you the most, Missus Hart. You must

spend more time with him and reduce any potential contact with stimuli. For patients with depression,

companionship and care are crucial.”

Vicky fell silent for a few seconds and replied, “I understand. IV

“He will wake up in a while. You can go in to be with him.”

“Okay.” Vicky was about to enter the room when she remembered something and asked, “Doctor,

based on his current condition…has he been suffering from depression for a long time?”

“You’re correct,” the doctor said. “This kind of condition is usually a result of long-term repression,

depression, and low mood that accumulates over time… However, the initial

symptoms of depression aren’t very obvious and can easily be overlooked.”

Looking at the doctor, Vicky asked, “Based on your clinical experience, how long would you say he’s

been suffering from it?”

The doctor pondered for a few seconds and said, “It has been at least five years. However, Mister Hart

is rather introverted and can disguise it well, so it was probably harder for others to notice.”

Entering the hypnosis room, Vicky saw Tyler sitting in the chair, still in a deep slumber. She knew she

had caused him a lot of pain back then, but she never imagined it would be this severe.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow, giving Tyler a

tranquil look.

Unable to resist, Vicky gently touched his face.

She was not sure if it was her touch that disturbed him, but Tyler’s eyelashes flickered slightly. His eyes

opened.

Vicky froze, and she stared into Tyler’s eyes intently. “Tyler, how do you feel?”

Tyler’s eyes moved and shifted toward her.

His eyes were deep and cold, yet his gaze was clear and serene.

Faced with those eyes, Vicky grew nervous. “Have you remembered anything?”

Tyler simply continued to stare at her, and Vicky started to

worry as he remained silent. “Tyler…”

Just as she was about to say something, Tyler looked away and said, “No.”

“Did you really not remember anything at all?” she asked.

Though the memories of the past were painful, they were real. The first step to curing Tyler’s condition

was for him to accept reality.

Tyler closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I saw pieces of memories, but they were too

scattered for me to make anything of them.”

“That’s alright.” Vicky sighed a breath of relief. “Let’s take it slow.”

It was only at this moment that she noticed her palms were sweating profusely.