Chapter 1239

Tyler was merciless toward Vicky before he lost his memories, so Vicky was determined to get back at him while he was still injured.

Aurora was right; the feeling of being able to retaliate felt wonderful.

Since Tyler had agreed to divorce her, Vicky became fearless.

Harry cleared his throat. "Um... Mister Hart wants to shower, but his wounds can't get wet. I'm at my wit's end, so I can only ask that Missus Hart interfere."

Vicky's direct, rough approach placed Tyler in a fit of rage, but he was helpless due to his current state.

Tyler had always been a man of patience and perseverance, so he stopped refusing to be fed ever since the previous event as he knew that any protest would only end with his suffering.

Tyler was never one to make useless struggles.

Harry knew that once Tyler was discharged from the hospital, Vicky would undoubtedly be in for a tough time, but for the time being, Vicky's approach seemed to be effective. Harry could only turn to her for help.

Upon hearing this, Vicky showed no signs of surprise as she had witnessed firsthand what a troublemaker Tyler was

years ago. She nodded and said, "I understand. Leave it to me." She paused for a few thoughtful moments and continued, "Harry, you've been at the hospital for so many days. You don't need to come here anymore. Go home and rest."

Harry glanced at Vicky cautiously and asked, "But.Js that okay?"

"It's fine. I can handle things here on my own."

Harry had a hunch about what Vicky intended to do and silently prayed for Tyler, understanding the predicament he would face. "Understood, Missus Hart. Let me know if you have anything else you need me to do."

Vicky nodded. "You can go now."

After bidding farewell to Vicky, Harry left.

Once he was gone, Aurora winked at Vicky and said, "Good luck, Vicky!"

'When would be a better time to torment him than now? Let's torture this twisted guy to death!' Aurora gleefully cheered internally.

Vicky smiled at Aurora and turned to enter the ward.

The bright sunlight streamed through the window, casting its radiance upon the man who had his eyes closed as he lay quietly on the hospital bed.

The sun highlighted the sharp contours of his face, giving it