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Chapter 1093
Lincoln remained quiet for a few moments. "Alright. You may go." "Mister Lincoln, should I start searching for the
cure? The toxin that has accumulated in your body is mild at the moment, and we should be able to get rid of it
easily," the person suggested.
"That won't be necessary." Lincoln smiled. "Avery Yeager values the looks of her partner, and with my face ruined,
she won't hesitate to give up on our engagement, which works well for me. She hasn't seen Tyler before, and with
my horrendous face there in comparison, I'm sure that...she'll switch targets in no time."
The next day, after finishing her lunch, Vicky was about to take a nap when she heard a commotion in the corridor.
Soon, someone knocked on the door to Vicky's room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Miss Shaw," the servant said, panicking. "Missus Hart, for some reason, heard the news about Young Master
Lincoln being here and barged in. We couldn't stop her..."
After Old Mister Hart helped Vicky, he instructed all the servants here not to utter a word about Lincoln's injuries
and recovery in this place. However, there was no such thing as an absolute secret.
Somehow, Valencia found out about it and came knocking.
Vicky's expression changed slightly. "Where is Old Mister Hart now?"
The flustered servant replied, "Old Mister left home in the morning and isn't currently here..."
At that moment, another servant hurriedly ran over. "Miss Shaw, you should go and take a look. Missus Hart has
already gone upstairs."
Upon hearing this, Vicky quickly said, "I'll go and see them."
Vicky's room was not too far from Lincoln's room, so she arrived almost immediately.
At this moment, Valencia had reached the door of Lincoln's room but was blocked by several servants who would
not allow her to enter, and she was livid. "Even if Old Mister is here, he can't stop me from seeing my son! Who do
you think you are? How dare you stop me?!"
The servants were all conflicted. "Missus Hart, it's not that we're not allowing you to enter. It's Old Mister's orders
that no one is allowed to enter this room."
Valencia sneered. "You're imprisoning my son Lincoln here, aren't you?"
"Missus Hart, you've misunderstood. We're not keeping Second Young Master imprisoned. He truly isn't here..."
"If you say he's not here, let me go in and see for myself. If
he truly isn't here, I'll apologize to Old Mister in person."
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' Missus Hart, we're only following orders. Please don't make it difficult for us..."
Valencia raised her voice angrily. "I'd like to see anyone here try and stop me!"
Just as she was about to forcefully break in, footsteps were heard from the other side of the corridor.
Vicky, accompanied by two servants, approached.
"Missus Hart," Vicky stood in front of Valencia. "What brings you here so suddenly?"
Valencia raised her head, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust as she looked into Vicky's eyes. "Vicky, let me ask
you this: is Lincoln in this room?"
"No," Vicky whispered. "Second Young Master is not here."
Valencia sneered. "Vicky, secrets can't be hidden forever. Nothing in this world can truly be concealed. Don't think
that you can deceive me by blocking me out of the room. I know that Lincoln and Tyler had a dispute in the
backyard because of you! Not only did Tyler injure Lincoln, but he also confined him here, not allowing him to
leave!" Valencia's sharp gaze was as cold and cutting as a blade. "Vicky, who was it that pleaded for your sake
some time ago, preventing you from being taken away? You know the answer to that by heart. I don't expect you to
repay the favor, but you shouldn't be an ungrateful person, don't you agree?"
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