Chapter 407: Chapter 409

Chapter 409

“Missus Mills, I don’t know what’s happening in the business world, but I think it’s shameless to blame

your business failure on a woman.”

Missus Mills ignored her and shouted hysterically, “You were the reason Sebastian had to stay

overseas for years! You are a disaster, Vicky Shaw! If it wasn’t for you, why would Tyler come after

Sebastian and the Mills?!’

Vicky frowned, unfeeling toward the Mills.

Sebastian used her to set up a trap for Tyler, and she had gone through hell because of that, so it was

only normal for Tyler to retaliate. It would have been odd if Tyler simply let it pass without punishing

Sebastian.

“Please leave, Missus Mills. If you continue to cause trouble here, I’m calling the police.” Vicky shook

off Missus Mills’ hand and walked into the mansion.

Missus Mills did not follow her into the mansion and shouted, ‘Vicky Shaw, what’s stolen will never be

truly yours. You will pay for what you’ve done!”

Vicky opened the door. Before she got in, however, she turned and glanced at Missus Mills—who

remained standing and glared daggers at her resentfully.

The pure hatred in her eyes caused Vicky’s heart to sink.

Tyler did not return that night and simply sent her a text saying that he was busy and that he would not

be returning home.

Vicky knew she would never get the answer to a question he did not wish to be asked, so she did not

confront him about it.

However, what Missus Mills said earlier suddenly came to mind.

‘Stolen?’ she thought. ‘Missus Mills said that I stole something, but from who? From the woman Tyler is

seeing?1

In Tyler’s absence, Vicky twisted and turned in bed as she struggled to fall asleep.

Sometime later, she heard a faint sound from the door.

Since she was not asleep to begin with, she instantly perked up at the sound, knowing only the masked

man would make such a sound.

Perhaps it was because Tyler had been at home most of the time recently, but the masked man had

not reached out to her for a long while.

He strode toward the bed, his figure blurred by the darkness, and Vicky held her breath.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked.

Startled, she said, “How do you know that I’m not?’

He caressed her cheek and said, ’You’re breathing differently.’

She already tried her best to keep her breathing stable and had no clue as to how the man noticed the

difference.

“Why?’ he whispered as though he was talking to himself.

Confused, she asked, “Why, what?”

“Why weren’t you pregnant?”

Vicky was stunned.