Chapter 976
âYou wanted to avenge me?â Vicky walked to the window and looked out at the boundless night sky.
âThen why didnât you tell me who you were beforehand? Surely you must be aware of what your
parents think of me.â
âVicky, itâs true that my parents have some misunderstanding about you. Thatâs why I brought you over
so that I can help you clear up the misunderstanding.'â
âWell, if you can call making your mother so angry that she passed up as an attempt to clear our
misunderstandingâ¦â
Lincoln replied in a remorseful tone, âIâm sorry. I didnât know she would get so worked up. Itâs my fault
for not thinking it through. She woke up earlier and Iâve already explained everything to her, so thereâs
no more understanding between the two of you.â
âReally?â Vicky did not really believe him.
The vibe between two people could be a tricky thing. Take Valencia for example. She had disliked
Vicky the moment she laid eyes on her, and no matter what the latter did, she would never change her
opinion of her.
Lincoln could hear the disbelief in her tone. He chuckled and said, âIf you donât believe me, you can
come visit her tomorrow. Then youâll see for yourself that Iâm telling you the truth. I really did explain to
her what happened years ago, so she doesnât dislike you as much as before.â
Vicky knew some impressions could not be changed with just a few words as they were too deeply
ingrained in a personâs psyche.
After thinking for a few seconds, she finally said, âAlright. Iâll visit your mother tomorrow.â
âGreat. You should sleep early. Iâll be waiting for you at the hospital tomorrow.â
Vicky went straight to the hospital after taking her breakfast. She and Valencia shared the same
sentiment toward each other. The reason she agreed to visit Valencia was because she had something
she wanted to ask Lincoln face-to-face
When Vicky reached the ward, she knocked lightly on the door. It took less than a second for someone
to open the door for her. Standing before her was the tall and handsome Lincoln.
âVicky! Youâve come!â
Everything about Lincoln-his gentle smile, his elegant manner, and the way he speaks-gave way to the
fact that he was born into a wealthy and prominent family.
The reason Vicky did not guess who Lincoln was in the first place was that he was remarkably different
from the way Old Mister Hart had described him. Moreover, Lincoln did not have the typical spoiled,
rich kid air about him, nor did he have the duplicity that was prevalent in the world of the rich.
Instead, what he had was the gentleness and warmth of a summer breeze. However, Vicky reminded
herself to be cautious of him because the fact of the matter was, the man standing in front of her
possessed the capability to hurt Tyler.
âCome in, come in,â Lincoln urged as he turned sideways to let Vicky into the room.
Lincoln must have told his mother, who was leaning against the headrest, that Vicky would be visiting
her since she did not look at all surprised at her arrival.
Valencia still looked a little lost, but it was obvious she was feeling much better than last night.
She greeted Vicky monotonously, âHello, Ms. Shaw.â
Vicky could not help but glance at Lincoln. The Valencia she knew would never greet her first or give up
the opportunity to let her know just how much she disliked her if there were no outsiders in the room.
âThereâs definitely more to this man than meets the eye,â thought Vicky.
She placed the flowers she brought on the table and asked politely, âMissus Hart, how are you feeling
today?â