Chapter 1192


    Chapter 1192


    She sneered. “Stop pretending, Ms. Shaw. You disgust me!


    She clearly did not believe Vicky and dismissed her attempt to exin herself as an act.


    “Miss Young, I…”


    “Vicky Shaw, you appeared in the hospital today to let me know you’re pregnant, didn’t you?”


    interjected She.


    Vicky moved her lips but could not utter a single word.


    She cast her one final re before stepping out of the room expressionlessly.


    Vicky was overwhelmed by guilt as she was not truly pregnant. It was all a lie, and a lie would


    eventually be exposed.


    Knowing that Tyler and She would find out about the truth, Vicky gritted her teeth and hurried after


    She. “Miss Young, please let me exin.”


    She acted as though she had seen through Vicky’s true nature as she coldly shook off Vicky’s hand.


    “Ms. Shaw, please let go.”


    “This is all a misunderstanding…” Vicky tried to exin, but She did not want to hear her voice.


    She’s expression shifted in her anger as she said, “If you have something to say, talk to Tyler.


    There’s nothing for us to discuss.”


    However, Vicky held onto She’s wrist and refused to let go. “Miss Young, can you give me some


    time?”


    “I don’t want to hear any of your excuses!”


    As they continued their struggle, something unexpected happened.


    With a sudden cry, She lost her bnce and tumbled down the stairs.


    Vicky was stunned. Before she could react, however, a tall figure emerged from the room.


    Seeing She fall down the stairs, Tyler’s gaze flickered slightly as he called out, “She!” He quickly


    descended the steps and lifted She from the floor. “Are you okay?”


    She’s forehead was slicked with cold sweat, and her face turned pale as a sheet in evident pain. “My


    hand… My hand…”


    Tyler’s expression darkened. “Hold on a little. I’ll take you to the hospital now.”


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    With that, Tyler carried She and walked away with long strides.


    Vicky was rooted on the spot for a while before snapping out of it to follow them.


    In the hospital, the doctor’s expression was solemn as he spoke to Tyler, “Miss Young has multiple


    fractures in her


    hand. After proper recovery, it won’t affect her daily life, but… ” He nced at Tyler and sighed softly.


    “I’ve heard that Miss Young ys the piano. Unfortunately, from now on…she may never be able to


    y again.”


    Vicky, who stood nearby, was shaken to the core and instinctively asked, “What do you mean?”


    The doctor exined, “ying the piano requires precise control of wrist strength, which is very


    different from any regr day hand movements. Even after recovery, her hand won’t be able to fully


    regain its original function.”


    Having also yed the piano herself, Vicky understood the implications of the doctor’s words.


    When she studied abroad, her teachers often reminded them to protect their hands and avoid injuries,


    especially fractures. Once they broke a bone, it could mean the end of one’s musical career.


    Just then, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.