Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Vicky Shaw stared at Tyler Hart. “Since you refused to meet me, I can onlye to you.”
To this, Tyler said nothing.
“Tyler,” rang She’s voice, having overheard someone else talking, “is someone here?”
Vicky smiled. “Miss Young. I heard you were in an ident, so I came to see you.”
Though she was Sasha’s cousin, She Young did not share her insolent personality. She would never
make a scene without thinking twice. When she heard Vicky’s voice, she replied, “Thank you for your
concern, Miss Shaw.”
Polite as she was, she did not have any intention to let Vicky in.
Cece’s case must not be pushed to the back burner, and Vicky had made up her mind that no matter
what, she was not about to lose sight of Tyler.
She smiled gently. “Miss Young, are you going to ask me in?”
She acted like she realized she was being impolite and apologized, “Look at how silly I’m that I forgot
to invite you in.”
She paused and looked at the handsome man who was still standing by the door. “Tyler, why don’t you
let Miss Shawe in?”
Tyler looked at Vicky quietly for a while. A few secondster, he turned around and returned to the
ward.
Ironic, Vicky thought to herself. She was his wife, and legally so, yet she had to seek another woman’s
permission to meet her husband.
The atmosphere in the ward was rather…peculiar.
She sighed. “I’m so ashamed. It’s not really a big deal that Miss Shaw needs toe here
personally.”
Vicky looked aloof and did not express anyments.
She lifted her head to look at the tall figure standing next to her. Gently, she spoke, “See, Tyler? I’m
fine, and it wasn’t a big deal. Since Miss Shaw is here, why don’t you go back with her?”
She furrowed her brow and looked helpless. “I’m sorry. Sasha has a big mouth…”
“Fine?” Tyler’s expression looked cold. “Tell me, then. What is the definition of ‘big deal’ to you?”
She lowered her head. “I’m sorry. It’s not too long since I came back here. I don’t really know what’s
the current situation of the industry, and I also didn’t expect Director Jones would dare to…”
Tyler looked at Harry, who came into the ward as well. “So what happened?”
Harry looked at Vicky cautiously and reported with a low voice, “The director’s name is Zachary Jones,
and he’s quite famous in the industry. I think this was the first time he saw Miss Young and thought she
was a newbie. After a couple of drinks, he started to have bad intentions with her…but Miss Young
smashed his head with the wine bottle and caused him to suffer from a concussion. He’s currently
being treated in the hospital.”
He gulped and continued, “The one backing Zachary is Johnson Corporation—”
Before Harry could finish reporting, Tyler cut him off coldly. “I don’t want to hear this name in this city
ever again.”
Harry understood what he was getting at. Zachary Jones…was suspended from this moment onward.
Just as he was about to leave, Tyler stopped him. “Wait.”
Harry looked back. “Is there anything else, Mister Hart?”
Tyler’s eyes looked dark like the night sky. “This scumbag shouldn’t be allowed to get away with it.”
Harry instantly knew what Tyler meant. “I understand. Zachary Jones’ action is enough to constitute a
crime. I’ll report him to the police station.”
Looking at it, Vicky thought of a saying, ‘Flipping out for a confidante.’
He suspended a famous director and offended the ones backing him without thinking twice or even
blinking.
Landing on the moon would have been far easier for Vicky instead of getting to see her own husband.
She had begged him vehemently for Cece’s sake and was close to kneeling, yet he refused to help
her.
After Harry left the ward, the atmosphere became peculiarly quiet again. She looked at Vicky, then at
Tyler, and said, “Tyler, I’m fine now. I bet Miss Shaw must have something urgent to talk to you about
foring over to find you. You should return home with her.”
Although Vicky did not say anything, she had strongly expressed that she would stay until Tyler was
willing to leave with her.
Tyler was quiet for a few seconds before he replied, “Alright. I’ll be leaving now. Call me if there’s
anything.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
Tyler nced at Vicky. “Let’s go.”
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Vicky got on her feet and turned to leave.
“Miss Shaw,” She called out when she was about to reach the door.
She looked back. “Is there anything else, Miss Young?”
She smiled weakly. “Tyler was just worried something bad happened to me. That’s why he was here.
I hope you won’t misunderstand him.”
‘Misunderstand him? Just because he was worried about you? Heh.’ Vicky sneered inwardly. Without
replying, she finally left the ward.
…
Vicky left the hospital with Tyler, who got into the driver’s seat of his car. She opened the front
passenger seat and was about to get into it when Tyler coldly said, “Sit at the back.”
Vicky stiffened upon hearing this but nheless closed the door and sat at the backseat. With a rev of
the engine, the car drove away.
Instead of returning to his office, he drove back home instead.
Vicky looked at the passing scenery through the window. Suddenly, she asked, “Is your front passenger
seat reserved for her?”
Both of them knew who Vicky was referring to.
Tyler’s bony hand froze for a while, and the atmosphere in the car felt rather suffocating. Just as Vicky
thought he would answer, his cold and low voice was heard.
“Yes.”
Vicky knew this would be his answer. Nheless, she was startled to hear it from him.
Quickly enough, she calmed herself down. “Since you’re reluctant to upset her, why don’t we settle our
divorce as soon as possible? I’m not asking for much; I just hope you can help save Cece—”
Before Vicky finished talking, Tyler cut her off.
“Hector is the only son of the Larson family. They were benevolent enough not to me us since it
happened during the party. Vicky, I hope you can stay out of this and stop causing trouble for the
family.”
“But if I don’t help Cece, she’s never going toe out ever again.”
Tyler replied coldly, “What does that have to do with me?”
That answer was like a sharp knife stabbing into Vicky’s heart—quick, cruel, and so precise that it
caught her off guard.
After a while, she finally found her voice. “Then, aren’t you afraid of causing trouble for suspending
Zachary Jones and offending the people behind him?”
Her words sounded borderline satirical.
“Tyler. She didn’t say anything, yet you helped her get rid of the one whoid his hands on her. I’m
not asking you to seek justice for Cece or put Hector in jail. I’m just asking you to help me get Cece out
of there, physically. Is it really that hard?”