Chapter 810: Chapter 812

“Did you get hurt in prison?”

Tyler mentioned that he thought Vicky wanted him dead in prison during the day, and though she did

not understand what he meant at the time, she finally realized that he was beaten in prison.

She knew that Tyler was sent to prison, and at the time, she thought that it would be good that he could

stay away and calm down for a while.

He had gone too far with no concern for consequences.

Noah was not a man he could simply beat and get away with it.

She was never truly dating Noah. He wanted to repay the favor of the assistance she provided him in

the past, or he would have never put up with Tyler repeatedly. Regardless, Tyler’s actions escalated,

and even Vicky herself was starting to lose patience.

When the Canyers found out that Noah was rushed to the hospital for what Tyler did to him, they

decided to send Tyler to prison, and Vicky stopped begging for mercy on Tyler’s behalf.

However, she had not expected Tyler to get hurt.

She tore on his shirt and spotted countless scars and wounds over his chest; some had started healing

while others remained bruised.

She felt as though someone had a tight grip on her heart, and it felt hard to breathe.

Vicky did not know if the Canyers or Noah were responsible for Tyler’s injuries, and she knew she

could hardly blame Noah even if he was responsible.

Vicky picked up the ointment from the first-aid kit and said, “I’ll do it.”

Tyler did not try to hide his wounds any longer and simply looked at her intently.

Vicky ignored him and focused on applying the ointment.

After treating the wounds, Vicky looked up at him and said, “Your wounds can’t come into contact with

water for now. A few of them are healing really slowly, and even if you sanitize them after a shower, you

can easily get an infection.”

Throughout the process of her treating his wounds, his eyes remained on her, but Vicky refused to look

at him.

At that moment, her heart threatened to leap out of her chest when she finally met his eyes.

“I thought you said you don’t love me anymore.” He reached out and wiped away the tears hanging

onto her lashes. “What is this, then?”

She flinched and looked away. “Consider this crocodile’s tears,” she said sternly. “I wanted you to learn

your lesson, but I didn’t want you dead… If something bad really happened to you, I’d feel guilty.”

His lips curled into a smile as he observed the pale look on her face. “Guilty? Here I thought you

desperately wanted me dead.”

She frowned and was about to say something when he continued, “Even if I am to die, I’m taking you

with me.”

Her eyes widened as she realized that he was not joking.

“Why?” she asked.

“I’m too concerned to leave you alone.”

Vicky was not sure if something was wrong with her to discuss such a subject with Tyler, but she

continued regardless. “I’m a grown woman, so what are you concerned about?”

“Once I die, you’ll forget about me and start your life with some other man.”

“…” Vicky’s lips twitched at his words.

Not knowing what to say in response, she ended the discussion by closing the first-aid kit and saying,

“It’s getting late. Let’s go back to sleep.”

Tyler remained quiet, and the two did not say another word to each other for the rest of the night.

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