Chapter 1343: Chapter 1346

Chapter 1346

Vicky waited patiently for Isabella to continue, yet she seemed to be absorbed in her thoughts.

After waiting for a while, she called out, “Doctor Yelmon?”

Isabella snapped out of her thoughts and said, “Sorry. I got lost in my thoughts.”

Vicky looked at her seriously. “You just said that you’ve tried a lot of methods but none of them

worked… So how did he recover?”

Isabella turned to look at Vicky. “One day, I saw something on the news.”

“What news?”

“News that the Shaws and the Sparks were to join a marriage alliance.”

Vicky lowered her head and remained silent for a while.

The sunlight was warm and bright outside the window, but she felt her blood running cold.

The office was unusually quiet, and Isabella did not break the silence either.

After what seemed like an eternity, Vicky finally spoke up. “I heard that you want Tyler to continue with

his treatment. Is that true?”

“Yes.” Isabella looked at her hesitantly. “Five years ago, he recovered because he faced a greater

stimulus.”

As if she was afraid that Vicky did not fully understand what she was implying, Isabella thought for a

few seconds and added, “It’s like someone terminally ill suddenly becomes seemingly healthy one day.

It’s not because they’ve recovered, but because they took something that temporarily stimulated their

body. But… By doing so, they’re damaging their bodies even further. Do you understand, Missus Hart?”

Vicky’s hands and feet felt icy cold, and her heart sank. “I understand.”

“Since you reached out to me, I presume you’ve also noticed Mister Hart’s abnormality, is that right?”

“Yes.”

Isabella nodded and opened her notebook, which she carried with her at all times. “Missus Hart, the

more detailed your account, the better.”

Vicky poured two cups of water, handing one to Isabella while holding the other in her palm. The warm

water passed through the glass, but her hands remained cold.

Softly, Vicky began to describe in detail the recent events involving Tyler. When she mentioned the

amnesia from the car accident, Isabella’s eyebrows furrowed, interrupting her.

“Missus Hart, excuse me for interrupting. Did Mister Hart experience any other stimuli before the car

accident?”

Vicky trembled and paled. “Yes.”

“Could you be more specific?”

“I… I asked for a divorce.”

“What was his reaction at that time?”

Vicky stayed quiet for a few seconds. “He chose to commit suicide and take me along with him.”

Isabella paused her note-taking upon hearing Vicky’s words, but as a professional doctor who had

witnessed all sorts of situations over the years, she quickly composed herself and continued, “What

was his reaction when you brought up the idea of divorce before?”