Chapter 1342


    Chapter 1342


    “It’s not that I’ve been hiding anything from you, but…” Harry paused for a few seconds, then sighed


    gently. “I don’t know much about Mister Hart’s condition either. I only found out about it when I was


    fetching his medicine. By the way, do you remember Doctor Isabe Yelmon?”


    “I do.” Vicky had a deep impression of the doctor who stopped her from remembering her past under


    Tyler’s order.


    “Everyone knows that she’s a well-known expert in psychological hypnosis, but what others don’t know


    is that her expertise in brain and mental matters surpasses even her hypnosis skills.


    “I had a conversation with her once. She told me that her doctorate focused on the study of the mind. It


    was when I went to collect medicine for Mister Hart from her that she asked me to persuade him to


    seek treatment. That’s when I learned about his depression.”


    Vicky had researched Doctor Yelmon online and knew she was highly regarded in the industry as a


    formidable hypnotist.


    “I wished I could talk some sense into him. I did mention it to him a few times, but he showed


    considerable resistance to the idea. And I noticed that he doesn’t have a favorable impression of


    doctors in this field. The only one he somewhat respects is Doctor Yelmon. I haven’t been working for


    Mister Hart for all that long, so I’m not aware of what happened before he returned to Zendonia. I’ve


    only heard that Isabe and Mister Hart seemed to have known each other in Molivia.”


    Harry did not withhold any information he knew, sharing everything with Vicky. “Missus Hart, that’s all I


    know.”


    Holding her phone, Vicky replied, “That’s more than enough. Thank you, Harry.”


    After ending the call, Vicky continued preparing breakfast. Once it was ready, she served the food and


    pondered over the information Harry had shared with her.


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    With her mind preupied, Vicky identally burned her finger while serving the oatmeal, and her


    delicate skin immediately formed a blister.


    Furrowing her brow, Vicky rinsed her finger under the tap before preparing some side dishes.


    A little over 10 minutester, she heard footstepsing from the stairs.


    Vicky brought the ready oatmeal and side dishes out, saying to Tyler, “Let’s have breakfast.”


    Tyler was already dressed in a sharp ck suit, which gave him a graceful glow in the morning


    sunlight.


    Though they had some unpleasantness due to the earlier incident, he did not leave Vicky alone this


    time and came to the dining room when she called him to breakfast.


    As Vicky sat across from Tyler, he suddenly noticed her red, slightly burnt finger.


    He scowled. “What happened to your hand?”


    “It’s nothing. Just a little burn.”


    He stood abruptly with a frown. “Show me.”


    She wanted to protest but swallowed her words in the face of his sharp gaze and lifted her hand.


    Tyler studied the wound for a few moments, and his expression eased after confirming that it was not


    something severe. “Let’s get that treated.”


    “It’s fine. It’s not even that bad and it will heal by tomorrow…”


    Ignoring her words, he lifted her from her chair and carried her upstairs.