Chapter 1455
While speaking, Old Mister Hartâs assistant handed him a document. âVicky, take a look at this,â he
said.
Vicky gazed at the document Old Mister Hart handed over, her gaze wavering. After a few seconds,
she silently accepted the papers.
As she unfolded the first document, she realized it was a share-transfer agreement. Vicky casually
scanned the names on it and signed her name without any hesitation.
This share-transfer agreement was meant to transfer the shares in her possession back to Tyler, to
which Vicky had no objections whatsoever.
Observing her decisiveness, a hint of admiration flickered in Old Mister Hartâs eyes.
He never disliked Vicky as Valencia had. From Tylerâs perspective, Vicky was to blame for their
breakup, but in Old Mister Hartâs eyes, Vicky was clever to have made such a choice.
Neither Vicky nor Tyler had the leverage to resist the Hart family. Had she insisted on staying by Tylerâs
side, they would not have been able to marry as anyone with power could have stood in their way.
Her agreement to the breakup and her willingness to cooperate spared them a great deal of suffering.
On top of that, it eventually caused the Harts to let their guard down, allowing them to get married in
the end.
Vickyâs choices, as wrong as they may seem at the time, led to favorable outcomes in the end.
Though she appeared to lack the powerful background and ruthless tactics of someone like Avery, she
possessed a strong intuition.
After signing the share-transfer agreement, Vicky moved on to the second document, and the words
âDivorce Agreement â appeared before her. Her eyes widened.
The calm mask she wore began to crack, revealing her inner turmoil.
She froze, and Old Mister Hart did not interrupt her. Instead, he simply sipped his tea in silence
patiently.
After a while, Vicky finally moved and started reading the terms of the divorce agreement. Once she
finished reading, she picked up a pen and crossed out all the compensation clauses.
âI donât need these.â Vicky lowered her gaze, her long hair concealing any expression she might have.
âI have my studio, and I make decent money. I donât need compensation.â
Old Mister Hart smiled. âApart from the house and cars, a hundred fifty million dollars is enough to
sustain a luxurious lifestyle for the rest of your life.â
âI donât need it,â she said. âMarriage isnât a trade.â
Old Mister Hart did not object or insist.
Vicky studied the agreement for a while longer before signing her name on the designated area,
leaving the area where Tyler was supposed to sign blank.
Old Mister Hartâs assistant took the two documents away, and Old Mister Hart said, âWould you like to
see Tyler one last time before he leaves?â
Her lashes fluttered. âHeâs leaving?â
âYes. I plan to take Tyler to Molivia for treatment.â
Vicky scowled. Before she could protest, however, Old Mister Hart continued, âJudging from Tylerâs
current condition, he canât take control, and anyone can easily harm him. Even a wench like Avery
managed to set him up⦠He wonât be able to recover unless he returns to Molivia. I understand you
donât really trust me, so Tylerâs doctor, Isabella, can come along. What do you think?â