Chapter 12

Vicky stared at Tyler. "Since you refused to meet me, I can only come to you." However, Sheila's voice came from the ward before Tyler could say anything. "Tyler, is someone out there?" Vicky smiled. "Miss Young. I heard you were in an accident, so I came to see you." Though she was Sasha's cousin, Sheila 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, Ms. Shaw." Polite as she was, she did not have any intention to let Vicky in. Cece's case could by no means be pushed on 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, aren't you going to ask me in?" Sheila acted like she realized she was being impolite and apologized, "Oh how silly of me to forget to ask you in." She paused and looked at the handsome man who was still standing by the door. "Tyler, why don't you let Ms. Shaw come in?" Tyler gazed at Vicky quietly for a few seconds before turning around and returning to the ward. How 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 Ms. 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 Ms. 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. I've only been back for a while so I'm not familiar with the entertainment industry here. It never crossed my mind that Director Jones would be so brazen…" Tyler looked at Harry, who came into the ward as well. "Have you found out 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 get handsy with Miss Young 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 Jone… would be canceled 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 were as dark as the night sky. "This sc*mbag 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." Hearing this, Vicky could not help but think that the only reason Tyler was flipping out was that Sheila was his first love. He not only canceled a famous director but did not even think twice at the thought of offending Johnson Corporation. Landing on the moon would have been far easier for Vicky instead of getting to see her own husband. She had pleaded with him vehemently for Cece's sake and was close to prostrating herself before him, 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. Ms. Shaw must have something urgent to discuss with you since she came all the way over here to find you. You should return home with her." Although Vicky did not say anything, it was evident from her body language that she would stay in the ward 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. "Ms. 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 door to 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 front passenger seat's door and sat in the backseat. With a rev of the engine, the car drove away. Instead of returning to his office, Tyler drove back home. 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 hands tensed up, and the atmosphere in the car felt rather suffocating. Just as Vicky thought he was not going to answer, his cold and low voice permeated the car. "Yes." Vicky already knew what his answer was going to be but it was still startling 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 canceling 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?"