Chapter 870


    Vicky’s status was not considered low, butpared to the Hart family, the difference was indeed


    immense. Even with the support of her family, she was hardly worthy of being wed to the likes of Tyler.


    During that time, Tyler was busy resolving hispany’s crisis, so they rarely saw each other.


    As a result, Vicky was constantly invited by Missus Hart to apany her, under the guise of teaching


    Vicky proper manners and etiquette. In reality, she did not learn much about etiquette, and Missus Hart


    simply took her to numerous banquets and social gatherings.


    At first, Vicky thought Missus Hart wanted to broaden her horizons, but as she faced more and more


    ridicule and gossip, Vicky finally realized the truth.


    Missus Hart was a force to be reckoned with and managed to hide her true intention all along. Despite


    all the difficulties, mockery, and grievances, Vicky did not admit defeat. She silently endured and kept


    herself from mentioning any of the events to Tyler.


    “Vicky. Vicky…” A deep and melodious voice echoed, sounding as if it came from beyond a distant


    dream.


    Vicky’s eyebrows quivered as she broke free from her slumber.


    She opened her eyes and beheld a handsome and noble face, familiar enough to bring her sce. At


    that moment, he gazed at her intently, his deep-ck eyes mirroring her figure.


    It felt as if she traveled back many years within an instant when he once looked at her with the same


    gaze. Feeling a lump in her throat, she abruptly threw herself into the man’s embrace, unable to hold


    back her tears.


    Tyler remained stunned for a few seconds before instinctively holding her delicate and frail frame.


    Over the years, she had seldom been affectionate toward him, let alone initiating any form of intimacy


    with him. Even after her memory loss, any affectionate gestures she made toward him had always had


    ulterior motives.


    Tears dampened Tyler’s white shirt as he gently patted her back, his eyes showing a tenderness that


    even he failed to notice.


    “It’s alright now, everything’s going to be fine,” he muttered.


    It was a rare, tender moment, and the others stared at the two from afar without a word, refraining from


    interrupting. However, at that very moment, Orion and Valencia entered, breaking the tranquility with


    their words.


    “Oh my, how did Vicky end up here?”


    The tender atmosphere dissipated in an instant.


    Vicky lifted her head and, through tear-filled eyes, saw the middle-aged couple. Her pupils contracted,


    and she unconsciously clenched onto Tyler’s shirt.


    Sensing Vicky’s unease, Tyler stood in front of her, blocking their line of sight. His gaze swept lightly


    over the approaching couple. “I was about to ask you two why Vicky is here,” he questioned.


    Orion and Valencia had bothe up with an excuse as they imprisoned Vicky.


    “We did let Vicky go. We have witnesses and surveince footage to prove that, but…” Valencia looked


    at Vicky in surprise. “Vicky, why are you here? Do you know that Tyler has left no stone unturned here


    in our house, searching for you? I did humiliate you when I invited you here, but if you’re upset with me,


    you could’ve told Tyler or talked to me about it. There is no reason for you to go into hiding… Do you


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    Valencia attempted to me it all on Vicky, implying that Vicky was hiding on purpose to frame Tyler’s


    parents for her disappearance.


    What the maid said popped up in Vicky’s mind in the past and she thought to herself, ‘What kind of


    parents are they?’


    Tyler sneered coldly. “Why do I recall that maid saying that you two were the ones who gave the orders


    to transport Vicky here?”


    Harry immediately brought the maid over.