Chapter 178
Anger burned the last rational thought in Sheilaâs mind when she saw Vicky acting innocent, as if she
did not know anything.
She raised her hand and tried to slap Vicky again, but her hand was caught mid-swing.
A deep melodious voice like the sound from a cello rang, âMiss, either you talk nicely or you fight. Donât
just try to slap someone while youâre talking. Itâs spiteful for you to do that.â
Sheila was so distracted by Vicky that she never realized there was a man beside Vicky. As she heard
the voice, she raised her head.
The man looked extremely handsome. His almond-shaped eyes were mesmerizing. His thin lips curled
into a smile as his hands were in his pockets. While he stood relaxedly, there was something noble
about him that people were slightly intimidated by.
Sheila frowned and said sarcastically, âHi. Itâs better that you donât act like those annoying women and
stay out of the way like a man.â
Instead of being provoked, Mister Kirby smiled faintly. âIâd never butt in if you girls are in an argument or
a fight, but I can never stand to see someone attacking another.â
He paused for a while and scoffed, âHmm⦠Maybe Iâm a hero to the good guys and an annoying
person to the villain. Oh well, I canât help it when Iâm such a righteous person.â
Sheila tried to pull her hand out. It seemed like the man in front of her did not use a lot of strength to
hold her hand. Albeit, Sheila felt like her hand was clamped down, and she had trouble shaking off his
hand.
She looked even more terrible.
âLet go of me!â she snarled, gritting her teeth.
Mister Kirby smiled. âAs long as you promise you wonât slap her anymore, Iâll let go.â
Sheila, still infuriated, could not possibly make such a promise. Thus, she tried to pull her wrist off of
Mister Kirbyâs hand. Despite using all of her strength, Mister Kirby did not bulge at all. Instead, he was
watching her amusingly like he was watching a movie.
It was late at night. There were not many people in the hospital, yet those present spotted them and
watched them curiously.
Sheila reddened upon realizing this. After struggling for a few minutes, she raised the white flag.
âAlright. I promise I wonât slap her anymore.â
Mister Kirby kept his word and let go of her.
Vicky looked at how hysterical Sheila was and asked remotely, âNow, can you tell me what happened?â
Sheilaâs eyes turned red when she recalled what happened. She looked at Vicky with hateful eyes. âIf
you didnât keep on calling Tyler, he wouldnât have gotten exposed and got shot!â
Hearing this, Vicky felt like an invisible hand was choking her, making it hard for her to breathe.
âTyler is shotâ¦because I called him?â she thought.
At this point, Sheila had calmed down, though the intensity of her voice remained. âTheyâre trying to
save Tyler now. I must be out of my mind to be wasting so much time with an incompetent woman like
you!â
She ignored Vicky and got into the elevator.
Sheila vanished from view when the elevator door closed.
Vicky was rooted on the spot. The cool light shone on her and pulled her shadow long, making her
body look slim and weak.
âVicky.â
On the way to the hospital, Mister Kirby started to call her by her name instead of âMiss Shawâ.
Mister Kirby saved her, and she thus viewed him as her friend.