Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Vicky, come with me,” said Tyler.

Vicky brought Cece to another room and instructed her, “Stay here for a bit. I’ll be right back.”

Just as Vicky was about to leave, Cece grabbed onto her sleeves. “I’m sorry, Vicky.”

Cece was not stupid. She knew the wealthy young adult she had hurt came from a noteworthy

background. Even when she was the victim in the case, to those guests, she was wrong for fighting

back.

Vicky turned to look back and saw Cece looking unsettled, her eyes brimming with tears. “It’s alright,”

she assured her. “It’s not your fault.”

She continued to comfort Cece for a while before leaving with Tyler.

…

In another room, Vicky told Tyler what happened in detail before finally saying, “Cece didn’t do anything

wrong. Sasha orchestrated this whole thing.”

Tyler gazed at Vicky aloofly. “Are you telling me the one who hurt Hector Larson is Sasha?”

“Without Sasha in the picture, Cece will never be in a moment where she might get molested, and

she’d never hurt Hector Larson too,” Vicky explained.

Tyler opened his eyes and flatly asked, “How do you know it’s Sasha?”

The question unsettled Vicky.

“Those people came to the room too quickly, like they knew where to go as soon as it happened. That

means someone must have tipped them and deliberately lured them there. This is the first time Cece

attended a party with me, and she had never offended anyone before. The only thing that happened

was that she had quarreled with Sasha when we just arrived. Coincidentally, Sasha was among those

who came to the scene, too—”

“So these are just your assumptions?” interjected Tyler before she could finish.

Vicky’s heart plummeted, sinking into what felt like a bottomless ocean—slowly but surely—as she

looked at the handsome man. “You don’t believe me, and…you’re going to protect that woman again,

aren’t you?”

Something seemed to pop into her mind. She smiled and yet, her eyes looked cold and harsh.

“Tyler, do you really have to? I get it if it’s Sheila, but are you really going to protect Sasha, the

brainless and wicked woman? If she can plot against Cece today, she could also use a more

despicable method to go against other people. She does have a good brother-in-law to clean up after

her, after all.”

It was impossible for Tyler to miss the sarcasm in her tone. His gaze grew serious, and so did his tone

as he spoke, “Vicky, nothing good comes out if you provoke me now.”

Vicky’s righteous eyes stared at him as she retorted, “If I don’t provoke you, are you willing to let the

actual culprit be held responsible for the crime she committed?”

Tyler answered calmly, “The law doesn’t recognize speculation. Only evidence.”

Vicky wordlessly stared at the man’s indifferent expression, and her entire being grew cold from the

coldness that stemmed from her heart. The blood in her veins, too, felt like it was turning to ice.

How could she forget? When Sasha pushed her into the pool, he did not side with her, either. Why

would he help her since it was Cece who was in trouble? Even if she went to search for evidence, he

would wipe them away before she could find them.

The atmosphere gradually became tense. Just then, loud footsteps were heard coming toward the door

before knocks ensued.

Vicky went to open the door, revealing a waitress standing outside with a terrible expression.

She reported, “Miss Shaw, Miss Lynn has been taken away by the police for aggravated assault.”

Vicky balled her fists tightly.

At that moment, Senior Hart’s old butler came to them as well. This serious matter had reached the

elder’s ear after all.

The old butler said, “Sir, Missus, Senior Hart is asking for both of you.”

Thus, they went to look for Senior Hart.

When Senior Hart saw Vicky, he could barely mask his disgust as he knocked his walking stick to the

floor. “Vicky Shaw! Wasn’t it enough that you caused big trouble in the past? Offending the Larson

family now… Are you only going to stop when my family is in ruins?!”

Vicky tried to explain, “Grandpa, it’s not what you think—”

“Does the Hart family owe you anything?!” he roared. “You…ack… Ack, ack!”

Senior Hart started coughing violently, possibly due to his anger. Vicky wanted to go closer, but she

stopped when she saw the vicious stare Senior Hart gave her.

…

It was late when they left Senior Hart’s place. The night was chilly, and darkness had encompassed the

earth.

Vicky felt her head hurting, and she was dizzy as well.

Her mind was so messy that she had a hard time knowing what to think of, and the way Senior Hart

looked at her haunted her incessantly.

It was not a hateful look… It looked more like he was looking at his enemy.

“What does Grandpa mean when he said that?” rang Vicky’s question in the quiet night.

Tyler stopped walking momentarily. “Said what?”

Vicky lifted her head to look at him. “Did I cause big trouble for your family before?”

He sneered. “Don’t you find it weird? No one else other than your assistant came to take care of you

when you were in the car crash, not even your family or friends.”

Startled, she hesitantly asked, “Why?”

He lowered his head to look at her. His words were ruthless, mean, and harsh.

“That’s because you did whatever you want just because you’re my wife. You disgust people, and no

one dares to do anything to you because we’re married. However, you offended too many people. You

implicated your friends and caused them to suffer.

“No one likes you, and no one wants to be friends with you.”

A thought crossed his mind, and his expression darkened even more. The way he looked at her was…

crueler than before. “Vicky Shaw, you deserve everything for everything that’s happened to you.”

With that, he left, leaving Vicky rooted to the spot. It felt as though a hand was squeezing the life out of

her heart.

‘So I’m that detestable…’ she thought.

…

The next day, Vickey went to bail out Cece with a lawyer. However, she was met with terrible news.

“I’m sorry, but Miss Lynn’s case is special. She’s not allowed to be bailed out.”

“Special case?” Vicky was baffled. “It was just self-defense…”

“Currently, there is no evidence to prove Miss Lynn acted in the interest of self-defense,” interjected the

other party. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid you need to leave, Miss Shaw.”

Vicky took a deep breath and called Tyler.