Chapter 1457
Both Old Mister Hart and his assistant knew what he said held no meaning because there was no such
thing as perfection in life.
Soon, Tyler was brought away with Isabella.
Before leaving, Isabella solemnly assured Vicky she would provide daily updates on Tylerâs condition
until he recovered.
After Tylerâs departure, the once spacious mansion felt desolate.
Upon arriving in Molivia, Isabella promptly informed Vicky of their safe arrival. The next day, Isabella
relayed that Tyler had regained consciousness, though his condition appeared far from stable, marked
by severe memory lapses.
On the third day, Isabella sent word that the Hart family had initiated a comprehensive and systematic
treatment plan for Tyler. The medical team consisted of renowned specialists in mental health from
around the world.
On the fourth day, Isabella reported, âMister Hartâs condition seems to have improved. The medical
treatment appears to be showing some effects.â
Subsequent days followed a pattern where Isabellaâs updates were quite consistent with the same
message. [ Mister Hartâs condition remains stable.
As time passed, Isabellaâs daily updates mostly carried the message, and one day, a different message
arrived from Isabella.
[The doctors have discussed using hypnotic therapy to retrieve Mister Hartâs sealed memories.]
Upon reading this message, Vicky stood by the window for a long time and did not respond to the
message.
From that day forward, Isabella ceased sending messages.
Vicky refrained from asking further questions and remained uncertain whether Tylerâs memory retrieval
through hypnosis succeeded. What she did know was that she and Tyler would never cross paths
again.
Vicky worked until 10 p.m. before heading down to the underground parking lot.
The studio had been busy. Though they recruited two new designers, they received a few more jobs
and were all busy every day.
Vicky would keep working at home, so eventually, she decided to work overtime at the studio instead.
Ever since her car accident, Vicky struggled to drive for a long time afterward, but she knew she would
have to overcome her fear as she could not simply avoid driving for the rest of her life.
She used a week to practice and started driving again, so she could finally drive herself to work.
The elevator door opened, revealing the empty parking lot.
It was late with no one else around, so she could hear her footsteps echoing in the space.
Just as she arrived by her car and pulled out her car keys to unlock the car, a large hand reached over
from behind and covered her mouth.