Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Sheila was rushed to the hospital shortly after. Just as she was taken to the ward, she spotted a group

of doctors wheeling someone on the bed out of the emergency room. With the doctors standing in the

way, she could not see the patient’s face and only heard the doctors whispering to one another as she

went past them.

“Have you managed to reach the patient’s family?”

“Not yet. She didn’t have that many contacts on her phone to begin with… We tried calling the person

she called most recently, but no one has picked up so far.”

“Oh, dear. I pity her. She almost drowned to death, and she doesn’t even have a friend or a family

member with her…”

Sheila looked away carelessly.

Inside the ward, the doctor was treating Sheila’s wound when Tyler walked inside.

“How is she?” he asked.

“It’s just a scratch, so she’s alright. She should recover in a few days,” replied the doctor.

Tyler nodded.

Sheila looked at him longingly. “I’ve caused you trouble today, Tyler,” she muttered, her voice gentle

and pleasant. “If it wasn’t for you, Miss Sparks wouldn’t have let me go that easily.”

Tyler remained expressionless. “It’s not your fault. Someone just decided to take it out on you.”

She was stunned for a moment but immediately realized what he meant by that. He had given his word

and no one out there would dare to bully Sheila…or so it was supposed to be. It was clear that Maria

was determined to make Sheila suffer.

“Tyler, did you know…Miss Sparks?”

She had known Tyler for years and knew that despite playing around, he did not have many female

friends, so she had not expected Tyler to act as though he had known Maria for a long time.

He did not answer her question and simply said, “Rest. This type of thing won’t happen again.”

…

Vicky had a long dream where she was standing in a chapel with Tyler in a white wedding dress. He

stared at her darkly as he warned her in the most devilish voice, “You better be ready, Vicky Shaw.

Once we’re married, you won’t ever escape me.”

She lifted her veil, revealing the determination in her eyes as they met his own. “You listen here, Tyler

Hart. We’ll never get a divorce unless I die!”

All the voices and scattered memories crowded her brain.

On the day of their wedding, she waited at home until midnight, but he never returned home and was

seen with another woman that same night.

After they had gotten married, she would cook every night and wait for him to come home, but he rarely

did. On the rare occasions that he returned, they never shared a dinner.

He did not remember her birthday or their anniversary, nor did he bother to spare her a single look in

the eye, but she held on stubbornly and refused to give up.

Suddenly, her surroundings changed, and the man was strangling her with bloodshot eyes. “Vicky

Shaw, how dare you kill my child?!”

His eyes were filled with hatred and malicious resentment as he tightened his grip around her neck.

Slowly running out of breath, Vicky choked and sensed that the end was near…

“Ah!” She jolted away, and before her was a plain white room.

“You’re finally awake, Vicky.” Someone approached her and asked, “Vicky, are you alright?”

She blinked and slowly focused on the beautiful face before her.

It was a young, elegant-looking man whom Vicky did not recognize. “You’re…”

The man’s expression darkened. “Vicky, don’t you recognize me?” He seemed to have concluded that

Vicky lost her memories from drowning and blurted out, “I’ll call for the doctor. Hang on!”

“Wait,” she uttered hoarsely. “I was in a car accident some time ago and lost my memories.”

The man stilled. “You were involved in a car accident?”

She nodded, feeling light-headed at the simple movement.

The man walked back to Vicky and introduced himself, “Vicky, my name is Sebastian Mills. We grew up

together.”

The sight of Vicky’s pale face filled Sebastian’s heart with regret and pain. “I’m sorry, Vicky. I shouldn’t

have left you with Tyler Hart.”

She did not respond. Her head was spinning, and she could not even recall anything about the man

standing before her.

Realizing that he was practically a stranger to her at the moment, Sebastian decided not to mention the

past again and asked hesitantly, “Vicky, why did you drown? Did you forget how to swim because you

lost your memories?”

He had known Vicky since they were children and knew that she was an excellent swimmer who could

not have drowned.

Vicky closed her eyes for a few moments before saying, “I was pushed into the pool. The water was too

cold, and I had muscle cramps. That’s why I drowned.”

His expression darkened. “Who pushed you?”

“Sasha Young.”

The mention of Sasha’s name filled Sebastian’s face with contempt. “It’s that haughty woman again!

Does Tyler know about this?”

Her pale lips curled into a bitter smile. “Even if he knows, he’ll only say that I deserved this.”

Sebastian sighed helplessly at the state she was in. “Try and get some sleep, Vicky. I’ll bring the doctor

here.”

Feeling drained, Vicky closed her eyes weakly.

…

Sebastian exited the room and was about to call out to the doctor when he spotted Tyler in the

corridor.

He stilled.

Tyler turned to meet Sebastian’s eyes, his expression darkening when he saw his face.

“It’s been a while, Mister Hart,” Sebastian greeted him calmly. “Are you here to see Vicky?”

“Vicky?” Tyler narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong with her?”

He had just seen Vicky at the party a few hours ago.

Sebastian sneered. “Looks like I’ve overestimated you once again. I thought you were here to check on

Vicky, but it turns out that you don’t even know what happened to her.”

His voice grew colder as he continued, “Tyler Hart, you probably won’t even bat an eye if Vicky dies,

will you? If you care so little about her, why won’t you let her go?!”