Chapter 11

The two women manning the front desk of course knew what Sasha was hinting at so they just smiled and said, "Don't worry, Miss Young. We won't let any strangers in." Sasha was pleased by their response. One could easily mistake her to be the real Missus Hart if one did not know who the real Missus Hart was. — Half an hour later, the elevator door opened again, and Sasha, as well as Tyler, walked out one after another. Vicky stood up. "Tyler—" However, Sasha cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Tyler, we need to hurry. Sheila doesn't seem to be doing well. You should go see her quickly…" Tyler had no intention whatsoever to speak with Vicky at all. In fact, he walked past her without even sparing her a glance after he heard what Sasha said. Vicky quickly stood in his way and stopped him. "Tyler, just give me one minute." "Vicky Shaw! No matter how hungry you are for attention, can you at least read the room?" snarled Sasha. "Sheila is in a bad situation. Are you trying to kill Sheila on purpose by stopping Tyler from leaving? Why are you so despicable?" "You didn't seem to be in a rush when you were mocking me recklessly just now," replied Vicky level-headedly. "So why are you rushing now?" Sasha chose to ignore the question and pointed arrogantly at Vicky instead. "Stop wasting our time. You'll be the first Tyler is coming after if anything bad happens to Sheila!" Vicky smiled. "You're so funny. Why would you come after me instead of the real culprit who hurt your cousin? Even a victim who had it coming for her would not behave as absurdly as you are now." "You—!" "That's enough!" snapped Tyler, running out of patience. He then looked at Sasha. "Where's Sheila? Take me to her." Vicky's brow furrowed as she tugged Tyler's sleeves. "Tyler, I—" "Vicky, if anything happens to Sheila because of you delaying us here, then… don't blame me if I hold you responsible for it," warned Tyler coldly. Vicky instinctively loosened her grip on Tyler's sleeves, allowing him to walk out. Sasha, on the other hand, gave her a contemptuous look and haughtily left with him. It was not often that Tyler returned home, and Vicky did not know when she would be able to see him again. Most importantly, it would do no good for Cece's case to drag on. Vicky hailed a taxi to follow Tyler's car. Tyler arrived and parked at the entrance of Stoneford City's biggest clubhouse, where only members were allowed to enter. The attendant at the door recognized Tyler and thus greeted him respectfully, "Good day, Mister Hart." Tyler did not even need to show the attendant his membership card to enter. Vicky wanted to follow suit, but she was stopped. "Miss, please show me your membership card." Vicky, of course, did not have the clubhouse's membership card. She pointed at Tyler, who had not walked far ahead, and said, "I'm here for Tyler." Still maintaining his smile, the attendant did not budge. "Please show me your membership card." The attendant was behaving politely but Vicky could tell from the way he was looking at her that he thought she was one of those scheming women who wanted to get closer to Tyler. Thus, Vicky had no choice but to wait outside. After ten minutes or so, Tyler walked out with a disheveled-looking woman in his arms. Tyler's coat hung on her shoulders, her hair was tousled, and one side of her cheek was swollen. The woman was none other than Sheila. Sasha was walking anxiously beside Tyler and saying something to him. He then walked to his car and placed Sheila in the backseat while Sasha quickly got into the car. Guessing that their next destination had to be the hospital, Vicky hailed another taxi to follow Tyler's car. However, Tyler drove so fast that the taxi driver eventually lost sight of his car. Luckily, Vicky had guessed their destination and got off at the nearest hospital. As expected, she saw Tyler's car parked at the entrance of the hospital. Nearly half an hour later, she finally found the ward Sheila was staying in. There were only Sheila and Tyler in the ward. Sasha was nowhere to be seen. Naturally, Vicky would not just rush in blindly. She waited outside the ward for Tyler to come out to talk so she could talk to him about Cece's case. The door to Sheila's ward was ajar; Sasha must have left in a hurry to not have noticed this. This made it possible for Vicky to catch snippets of the conversation between Tyler and Sheila. "I'm sorry for troubling you again, Tyler," said Sheila in a raspy tone. "You don't have to be so polite with me," replied Tyler, his voice cool and low. "Besides, you'd still be able to play the piano if it wasn't for me." Sheila's expression became depressed and upset. "While it's a real pity I can't be a pianist, I'm equally content as my current career is going well ." After a few seconds of silence, Tyler muttered, "Sheila, I'm sorry." Sheila shook her head and smiled. "Tyler, it's not your fault. You don't have to apologize to me." Vicky's gaze faltered when she overheard their conversation and her imagination began to fill in the heart-wrenching past of Tyler and Vicky. Sheila used to be a pianist, but due to whatever happened because of Tyler, she injured her hand and could no longer play the piano, thus forcing her to change her career. After she saved Tyler, she became Tyler's first and unforgettable love. They had a good relationship and nearly got engaged. In came Vicky, who appeared out of nowhere and used despicable measures to force Tyler to marry her and became Missus Hart. Perhaps Sheila was too heartbroken, or perhaps something else happened to her, that she had to leave Stoneford City. All these years, Tyler was disgusted with Vicky for breaking up Sheila and him. He hardly returned home and was reluctant to even look at her. Their marriage endured because Vicky found all kinds of excuses and methods to make it stay intact. Sheila returned to Stoneford City on Vicky's birthday, and when Tyler knew this, he requested a divorce from Vicky because he did not want to stay in the marriage for a second longer anymore. This was the story, wasn't it? While Vicky was deep in thought, a voice called out from behind her. "Ms. Shaw?" Vicky turned back and noticed a 20-something young man looking at her with what seemed to be surprise in his eyes. Not having an ounce of recollection of him, she asked, "Who are you?" The man was evidently stunned. "I'm Mister Hart's assistant, Harry Gardner. You don't remember me?" Harry Gardner? Vicky repeated the name in her mind and still came up empty. When she was about to explain to him that she had lost her memory, the door in front of them opened. The handsome yet uninterested man stood at the door, and his expression matched the apathy in his voice. "Vicky, why are you here?"