Chapter 862: Chapter 864

Vicky tightly grasped the icy iron bars. “Do you know the reason Tyler and I broke up?”

“I heard you lost your memory, and I guess it’s true,” the maid said, standing against the light, her

expression obscured by darkness.

“Ms. Shaw, back then, you were truly too naive and were completely deceived by Missus Hart. You

thought she’d treat Tyler well and love him…but you couldn’t be more wrong.”

She took a few steps back, surveying the cage before her and whispering softly, “Back then, Tyler was

locked in a cage by Missus Hart, just like you are now…” A peculiar smile appeared on her face. “You

painfully sacrificed your love and broke up with him, unaware that you were pushing him into a

treacherous abyss and a realm of despair.”

Vicky was shaken. “What are you saying?”

The woman crouched down to meet Vicky’s gaze, her voice slow and gentle. “Mister Tyler suffered a

great deal here… Missus Hart was afraid of leaving any evidence, so she couldn’t resort to obvious

means. To torture him, she devised various cruel methods… First, she had someone lock him in the

cage, depriving him of water, food, and sleep. Every time he was about to fall asleep, she’d turn on the

basement lights and shine them on him. But you see, without water and food, a person will die. Upon

someone’s suggestion, Missus Hart came up with other methods…”

The woman smiled slyly. “Missus Shaw, have you ever heard of the phrase ‘ice and fire’?”

Vicky’s fingers trembled. “What is that?”

“Missus Hart had many blocks of ice brought in. She made Mister Tyler wear minimal clothing and set

the air conditioning to the lowest temperature. When his body reached its limit, she switched to ‘fire’,

where she dressed Mister Tyler in the thickest clothes, lighting up the surrounding fireplaces to blow

hot air at him… This repeated cycle is called ‘ice and fire’.”

Tears welled up in Vicky’s eyes, feeling as though a hand had tightened around her heart.

‘Is that the actions of a mother? No! It’s the act of a demon!’ she thought.

“You don’t need to feel guilty, though,” the maid continued. “You wouldn’t be able to outmaneuver

Missus Hart when it comes to scheming, even now. Old tricks work the best. Women involved in the

power struggles of a prestigious family cannot remain kind-hearted. Leaving Tyler was the right choice

for you.” She straightened her posture. “However, why did you wade into this troubled water again? Ms.

Shaw, forgive me for being blunt, but without the support of a powerful family, you have no significance

in the Hart family except for being a burden to Mister Tyler. Furthermore, you’ve become his weakness.

Now that everyone in the Hart family knows of your existence, focusing their efforts on you would be

the quickest and most effective way to bring Mister Tyler down… You’re just an ordinary person who

shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place.”

Vicky stared at her dazedly. “Who are you? Why are you telling me all this?”

“That doesn’t matter. The important thing is that…” The woman glanced around and lowered her voice.

“Someone asked me to help you.”

Vicky flinched. “Who?”

“That doesn’t matter either. I’m telling you all this because I need you to hang on until someone comes

to your rescue.”

Vicky was reminded of the mysterious man and asked, “The person who’s trying to help me… Have I

met him before?”

The maid nodded. “Do you know why Missus Hart made a scene to humiliate you?”

“She thinks that I caused the differences between her and her son and resents me for that.”

“Be that as it may, that’s not entirely true for today’s circumstances,” the maid said. “There is no

surveillance footage of her slapping you, but Mister Tyler should be able to find out about that soon.

The more humiliated you were, the chances that Missus Hart would come after you again afterward

would be slimmer. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Vicky stared at her. “Because she’s already vented her anger, is that what you’re implying?”