Chapter 1342
âItâs not that Iâve been hiding anything from you, butâ¦â Harry paused for a few seconds, then sighed
gently. âI donât know much about Mister Hartâs condition either. I only found out about it when I was
fetching his medicine. By the way, do you remember Doctor Isabella Yelmon?â
âI do.â Vicky had a deep impression of the doctor who stopped her from remembering her past under
Tylerâs order.
âEveryone knows that sheâs a well-known expert in psychological hypnosis, but what others donât know
is that her expertise in brain and mental matters surpasses even her hypnosis skills.
âI had a conversation with her once. She told me that her doctorate focused on the study of the mind. It
was when I went to collect medicine for Mister Hart from her that she asked me to persuade him to
seek treatment. Thatâs when I learned about his depression.â
Vicky had researched Doctor Yelmon online and knew she was highly regarded in the industry as a
formidable hypnotist.
âI wished I could talk some sense into him. I did mention it to him a few times, but he showed
considerable resistance to the idea. And I noticed that he doesnât have a favorable impression of
doctors in this field. The only one he somewhat respects is Doctor Yelmon. I havenât been working for
Mister Hart for all that long, so Iâm not aware of what happened before he returned to Zendonia. Iâve
only heard that Isabella and Mister Hart seemed to have known each other in Molivia.â
Harry did not withhold any information he knew, sharing everything with Vicky. âMissus Hart, thatâs all I
know.â
Holding her phone, Vicky replied, âThatâs more than enough. Thank you, Harry.â
After ending the call, Vicky continued preparing breakfast. Once it was ready, she served the food and
pondered over the information Harry had shared with her.
With her mind preoccupied, Vicky accidentally burned her finger while serving the oatmeal, and her
delicate skin immediately formed a blister.
Furrowing her brow, Vicky rinsed her finger under the tap before preparing some side dishes.
A little over 10 minutes later, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
Vicky brought the ready oatmeal and side dishes out, saying to Tyler, âLetâs have breakfast.â
Tyler was already dressed in a sharp black suit, which gave him a graceful glow in the morning
sunlight.
Though they had some unpleasantness due to the earlier incident, he did not leave Vicky alone this
time and came to the dining room when she called him to breakfast.
As Vicky sat across from Tyler, he suddenly noticed her red, slightly burnt finger.
He scowled. âWhat happened to your hand?â
âItâs nothing. Just a little burn.â
He stood abruptly with a frown. âShow me.â
She wanted to protest but swallowed her words in the face of his sharp gaze and lifted her hand.
Tyler studied the wound for a few moments, and his expression eased after confirming that it was not
something severe. âLetâs get that treated.â
âItâs fine. Itâs not even that bad and it will heal by tomorrowâ¦â
Ignoring her words, he lifted her from her chair and carried her upstairs.