Chapter 257: Chapter 259

Chapter 259

The look in Tyler’s eyes darkened as he looked at Vicky. ’This is what you call someone barging into

your room?”

It was not until this moment that she recalled that she had sought Tyler’s help, and finally registered the

fact that Tyler had actually come to her rescue. “Tyler, I-“

Before she could explain, he interrupted her cruelly, “Vicky Shaw, since when have you become such a

despicable woman?”

His words were like blades stabbing into her heart, and her blood ran cold.

“Despicable?” She smiled bitterly. “Asking you for help is despicable?”

“Help?” Tyler mocked. ‘You’re standing right here, safe and sound. Am I supposed to believe that you

were in trouble?’

“So it can only be counted as trouble when Sheila drowns, huh?”

Tyler’s expression stiffened at the mention of Sheila. ‘How dare you mention Sheila, Vicky?”

She looked up to meet his eyes and chuckled faintly. “Are you saying that I don’t even have the right to

mention her name now?’

“Yes,” Tyler spat coldly.

Her eyelashes shuddered at his words, and she clenched her fists until her nails began to snap,

completely oblivious to the pain.

“Alright, I get it.” She smiled. “I wont bother you two from now on.’

Tyler narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying, Vicky Shaw?”

“Am I not being clear enough?” She remained calm. “There isn’t a point to continue this marriage.

We’re just wasting each other’s time. We might as well just get a divorce.”

She paused and continued, “That way, you and Sheila get to be together officially without the concern

of others gossiping about you behind your backs.”

“Vicky Shaw,’ he gritted out as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve told you not to ever mention the word

‘divorce’ to me.”

Vicky was slightly taken by surprise. ’Don’t tell me that you still don’t want a divorce even after all that

has happened, Tyler.’

“So what if that’s what I’m saying?”

‘So what? How unapologetic and righteous! What a joke!’ She thought to herself.

“Vicky.” He glared daggers at her. “Don’t believe for a second that getting a divorce excuses you from

anything. Sheila is still laying in the hospital as we speak.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Coming to a realization, she said with amusement, “Tyler Hart,

you can’t actually be trying to…blame me for her drowning?”

“We’ve already looked into the accident.” He kept his eyes trained on her face. “She drowned because

her costume broke and wrapped around her legs, and you’re the stylist providing the costume.”

Vicky had thought of countless possibilities but had not expected to be blamed over such a thing as

well.

Amused, she chuckled. “So, you think that I made her drown on purpose?”

He looked at her expressionlessly. “Sasha had drowned you once, and it’s not impossible that you want

revenge.’

She suddenly recalled his phone call from earlier and said, “So you were calling because of Sheila just

now.”

Tyler did not speak, but she knew that it was his way of admitting to it.

She studied his face. “Well, then? How would you like to punish me for it?”