Loving You In Secret

Chapter 12

Vicky Shaw stared at Tyler Hart. “Since you refused to meet me, I can only come to you.” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

To this, Tyler said nothing.

“Tyler,” rang Sheila’s voice, having overheard someone else talking, “is someone here?”

Vicky smiled. “Miss Young. I heard you were in an accident, so I came to see you.”

Though she was Sasha’s cousin, Sheila 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?”

Sheila 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 Shaw come in?”

Tyler looked at Vicky quietly for a while. A few seconds later, 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.

Sheila sighed. “I’m so ashamed. It’s not really a big deal that Miss Shaw needs to come here personally.”

Vicky looked aloof and did not express any comments.

Sheila 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?”

Sheila 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. Sheila 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 for coming 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.”

Sheila nodded. “Okay.”

Tyler glanced at Vicky. “Let’s go.”

Vicky got on her feet and turned to leave.

“Miss Shaw,” Sheila called out when she was about to reach the door.

She looked back. “Is there anything else, Miss Young?”

Sheila 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 nonetheless 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. Nonetheless, 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 blame 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 to come 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. Sheila didn’t say anything, yet you helped her get rid of the one who laid 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?”