Sasha never expected Vicky to beat her in public and failed to dodge.

Thud!

The loud thud stunned everyone at the scene.

Blood rolled down Sasha's head, and she immediately fainted.

"Sasha!" shrieked Sheila. She forgot about the injury on her leg and instinctively got up, wanting to help Sasha up. She was so quick that her assistant could not stop her in time.

As a result, Sheila slammed onto the ground where there was shattered glass all around. Her skin instantly tore and bled.

"Sheila!"

Maggie hurried over to help her up, but as Sheila could not move her leg and was injured once again, Maggie did not have the strength to lift her off the ground. After all, Maggie, despite having a strong, decisive demeanor, was a woman in her thirties with short hair.

She thus turned to look at Tyler for help. "Mister Hart, can you please help us?"

He stood where he was for a few moments befo

Tyler merely ignored Sasha and knocked on the door of Vicky's ward before stepping inside.

Vicky opened her eyes and leaned against the bed as she watched the two enter.

Sheila was still in her wheelchair, and she had put ointment on the wounds on her arms and legs. It was a sorry sight.

Vicky merely glanced at the wounds for a second before looking away, and Tyler frowned at how little she seemed to care.

"Is there anything you wish to say for yourself, Vicky?"

She pressed her back against the cold headboard and shot them a cold look. "What should I say? You took the liberty to say everything there was to say, didn't you?"

Sheila stared at her. "So you're admitting what you did, then?"

Vicky did not bother to look at them. "Whatever you say."

Sheila continued, "Since you nearly drowned, I'm sure that you're physically and mentally worn out, Ms. Shaw, so... I'll speak on Sasha's 

Vicky, who had not been fully asleep, jolted awake as she heard a voice screaming at her. "Vicky, you sure were smug, huh? What's with this poor, innocent act now?"

Vicky opened her eyes and found Sasha standing before her with her hands on her hips as she cursed at the top of her lungs.

"Who do you think you are, Vicky Shaw? You want me to apologize? You didn't get my apology the last time, so what makes you think that you're getting that this time?! As long as Tyler is around, you won't be able to touch me!"

Vicky glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was only half past six in the morning. She had struggled through the night and only managed to go to sleep at two in the morning.

At the moment, she and Sasha were the only ones inside the ward.

Vicky struggled to get up. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was frail and hoarse, and one would not be able to hear her if the room was not as quiet as it was.

Sasha pointed at Vicky and shouted, "Keep pretending, why don't you? Vicky, did you think that you'd scare me by telling Tyler?"

Sasha thought back to how Sheila told her to apologize to Vicky, and her face twisted with anger. She darted forward to grab the glass of water on the nightstand before splashing the water onto Vicky.

The lethargic Vicky could hardly react in time to dodge before she was instantly drenched.

"You want me to apologize? Fine, if I have to apologize no matter what..." Sasha narrowed her eyes viciously. "I might as well have my fun first!"

She raised her hand to slap Vicky across the cheek but Vicky grabbed her hand midway, successfully blocking the assault. Perhaps it was because she was still in a fever, but her skin was burning hot.

Sasha was stunned for a few moments and instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but Vicky's grip around her wrist never wavered.

Sasha had not imagined an ill person could be this strong. She wiggled to escape when Vicky let go without any warning.

Sasha had not expected Vicky to let go all of a sudden and thus fell backward, the glass in her hand flying off and shattering on the ground.

Crash!

The glass made a deafening sound, and the two immediately heard footsteps approaching.

Tyler appeared by the door. He had thought that something had happened to Vicky at first, but narrowed his eyes when he saw Sasha on the ground.

Soon, Sheila arrived in the room with her assistant. She glanced at Vicky before turning to Sasha. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Sasha lifted her chin and panicked slightly when she saw Tyler, but she immediately started tearing up. "Sheila, Tyler, I came to visit Vicky and to apologize to her, but... Not only did she not accept it, but she shoved me onto the ground. I told you that she's probably faking illness, and you just won't believe me, insisting that she's extremely ill..."

Sobbing, she added, "How could a woman who almost drowned be strong enough to shove me to the ground?"

Sheila's expression darkened slightly as she turned to look at Vicky.

"I'm sorry, Miss Shaw. My leg was injured last night and couldn't be here to visit you sooner. It was already late by the time I found out that you drown, so I didn't dare to come and disturb you. Can you tell me how you fell into the pool that night?"

In a stone-cold expression, Vicky said, "Your cousin, Sasha, pushed me int—"

Before Vicky could finish her sentence, Sasha raised her voice. "Are you saying that I pushed you in? Do you have proof? I saw you jumping in there on your own..." She turned around to look at Sheila. "She kept getting in Tyler's way, and as soon as he left, she fell into the pool. She just didn't want him to leave and jumped in to catch his attention. It's a shame that he didn't even care!"

Tyler narrowed his eyes as he stared at Vicky. "Is that true, Vicky?"

Vicky wanted to explain but was interrupted once again.

"Also, everyone knows that Vicky is a great swimmer. She has won a couple of swimming contests. How could someone like her drown?"

Sheila scowled at Vicky. "Miss Shaw, why aren't you saying anything?"

Sasha sneered. "She has been exposed and is too guilty to say anything, of course."

Instantly, a sarcastic, dark giggle echoed around the room.

Everyone spun their heads to look at Vicky, who snorted in contempt. All of a sudden, she widened her eyes coldly and spat, "Get. Out!"

Feeling smugger since Vicky did not bother to explain, Sasha stood up from the ground and laughed. "Aren't you great at debating, Vicky? Cat got your tongue?"

Vicky squeezed her eyes close before opening them again to stare at Tyler. "Mister Hart, are you that disappointed that I didn't drown and die, so you brought these clowns into my room to cause a scene? Since I didn't die in that pool, making me have a heart attack just seems like a good alternative, huh? Should I just jump off this building and disappear already?"

He lowered his gaze and noticed the dripping water all over Vicky's face and hair. "Why are you drenched?"

"Tyler," Sasha blurted out, "she grabbed the glass and splashed water onto her own face and then tossed it onto the ground." She pointed at the shattered glass on the ground. "See? That's the glass! She must've heard you coming and was about to frame me for doing it!"

Tyler shot Vicky a look. "Is she telling the truth?"

Vicky simply smiled without a word.

"Vicky Shaw."

"Get out," she uttered as she scanned the three in contempt and resentment as though she was watching a few pathetic fools.

Sasha felt so smug that she could no longer hide her excitement. "Vicky, you said that I pushed you in, right? You want me to apologize, right? Why aren't you saying anything? Speak y—ah!"

Swiftly, Vicky grabbed another glass cup and threw it toward Sasha.

Sasha never expected Vicky to beat her in public and failed to dodge.

Thud!

The loud thud stunned everyone at the scene.

Blood rolled down Sasha's head, and she immediately fainted.

"Sasha!" shrieked Sheila. She forgot about the injury on her leg and instinctively got up, wanting to help Sasha up. She was so quick that her assistant could not stop her in time.

As a result, Sheila slammed onto the ground where there was shattered glass all around. Her skin instantly tore and bled.

"Sheila!"

Maggie hurried over to help her up, but as Sheila could not move her leg and was injured once again, Maggie did not have the strength to lift her off the ground. After all, Maggie, despite having a strong, decisive demeanor, was a woman in her thirties with short hair.

She thus turned to look at Tyler for help. "Mister Hart, can you please help us?"

He stood where he was for a few moments before lifting Sheila off the ground. "Call someone over to clean the glass off the ground and take Sash

Chapter 20