Chapter 1469


    Chapter 1469


    He set down his spoon with a firm ‘ck’.


    Vicky looked at Tyler with a hint of lingering fear in her eyes.


    Tyler’s gaze darkened. “Don’t even think about divorce. As for hypnosis… That’s never going to


    happen either.”


    With those words, he stood up-leaving his breakfast untouched-and walked away.


    As she watched him leave, Vicky fell into deep thought.


    After Tyler’s departure, Vicky immediately dialed Isabe’s number.


    “Since Mister Hart had an episode after seeing you, it indicates his condition hasn’t improved,” said


    Isabe.


    To call it a ‘condition’ was not entirely urate, but to solely attribute it to hypnosis would be wrong as


    well. Tyler had indeed been hypnotized, but the influence of drugs could not be dismissed.


    Hearing Isabe’s words, a trace of disappointment seeped into Vicky’s heart. “So, his rity was just a


    random urrence?”


    “It wasn’t random.”


    Vicky was taken aback. “What was it, then?”


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    “Missus Hart, did you and Mister Hart argue yesterday?”


    Vicky began to piece things together and muttered hesitantly, “Yes.”


    “There you have it.” Isabe sighed lightly. “Missus Hart, do you remember what I mentioned to you


    before?”


    “Yes.”


    “Before this, you and Mister Hart never argued when he didn’t suffer from an episode, right?”


    Vicky paused for a few seconds to recollect her memories.” That’s right.”


    “Missus Hart, you should observe him in the next few days. If he shows no sign of memory loss in the


    next few days, it means resentment toward you indeed keeps him sane.” Isabe’s tone held a tinge of


    regret.


    She was undoubtedly empathetic to their situation, as she knew that regardless of what happened,


    Tyler and Vicky could never be together.


    “Alright,” Vicky agreed and was about to hang up.


    “Missus Hart,” Isabe called out.


    “Is there something else?”


    “Don’t waver, and don’t hesitate. You and Mister Hart have no other options left.”


    Isabe’s choice of words, given her time in the Hart family, suggested she discerned something.


    Vicky’s grip on the phone tightened. “I understand. Thank you for reminding me.”


    Isabe did not say anything else and hung up after saying goodbye.


    Staring at the screen of her phone, Isabe nced at the night outside the window. In Molivia, it was


    already nighttime.


    The depth of the Hart family’s troubles far exceeded her imagination. Regardless of Tyler’s condition, if


    he continued to stay with Vicky, the Harts would continue to manipte Vicky and Tyler by threatening


    one with the other. To make matters worse, Old Mister Hart would not protect a grandson who held no


    value to him or the family.


    As Isabe requested, Vicky observed Tyler for the next few days.


    Except for the first day when he slept in another room, he returned to the master bedroom the next day.


    Vicky did not chase him away and went over his phone while he was in the shower, suspecting Tyler


    was trying to act normal by journaling his day.


    After checking his phone, Vicky realized that not only did Tyler stop journaling, but all past entries had


    been erased as well.