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Chapter 1240
Tyler's deep gaze fell upon her, his voice cold as he spoke," Ms. Shaw, you keep saying that we have a bad
relationship and that you want to divorce me once I'm discharged, but your recent behavior doesn't seem like
someone who wants a divorce. It seems like you're the one who doesn't want to divorce, Ms. Shaw."
Ever since his amnesia, Tyler had been calling her Ms. Shaw 1 at every turn.
Vicky lifted her head to meet his eyes. "Yes, I'm reluctant to divorce you. That's why I want to please you before you
abandon me, hoping to move you with my actions and make you stop bringing up the divorce. Satisfied?"
Tyler furrowed his brow slightly and was about to speak when a knock on the door interrupted them.
A doctor entered to administer treatment for Tyler.
After the doctor left, neither Vicky nor Tyler resumed their previous conversation. It was not until evening when
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTyler noticed Vicky had not left yet that he finally snapped. "Why haven’t you left yet?"
Every day at this time, Harry would come to relieve Vicky of her duty. Vicky would stay with Tyler during the day,
and Harry would take the night shift to look after Tyler.
Vicky took out the items she prepared in the adjacent lounge and answered casually, "I'll be on night duty tonight."
"What about Harry?"
Vicky paused for a moment and looked at Tyler with a smirk.
"Mister Hart, Harry is your assistant, not your servant. He's done his utmost in taking care of you for so long. Now
that your health has improved considerably, you're still making him look after you day and night. Aren't you
ashamed?"
Tyler's tone was indifferent. "An assistant is akin to a halfservant. He's taken care of me, and in the future, I'll be
sure to reward him."
Vicky fell into silence.
His insolence reminded her of the past when she took care of him and how he always threw money around.
Vicky looked at him and said, "Since you acknowledge that being taken care of is a matter of decency, then why
don't you feel the need to reward me, then? Do you think it is only natural for your wife to take care of you?"
Tyler gazed back at her. "If you don't want to take care of me, you can just say so. There's no need for these
repeated attempts to test me."
Vicky froze and thought to herself, 'He noticed it.'
Indeed, she had taken care of him while also testing him but had not discovered anything out of place. Still, she
could not bring herself to believe that he truly had amnesia.
Since Tyler seemed to know what she was doing, Vicky decided to drop the act.
"Tyler, tell me now that you haven't really lost your memory, and maybe I can forgive you."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTyler's voice was cold. "I don't need your forgiveness. Can you please stop appearing in front of me from now on?"
Vicky studied him carefully. "You got injured saving me, and you know that even if I wanted a divorce, I won't leave
at this moment."
"You want a divorce?" Tyler's gaze toward her became increasingly strange. "Didn't you say it was me who wanted
a divorce and you didn't want to?"
"Tyler Hart, stop acting! You couldn't have really lost your memory!"
Tyler stared at her like he was looking at a lunatic and reached out to press the bell near his bed.
A few minutes later, a doctor rushed in, drenching in sweat." Mister Hart, what do you need?"
Tyler pointed at Vicky. "Get her out of here. She probably bumped her head and went crazy."
"..." The doctor instantly fell into silence.
That night, Vicky laid in her bed and noticed that Tyler was trying to get out of bed from the corner of her eyes.
Her eyes widened, and she immediately darted toward the bed. "Tyler Hart, do you have some kind of sick hobby of
torturing people around you?!"
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