Loving You In Secret

Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 61

Chapter 61

“Out with it,” Tyler commanded.

Hesitantly, Harry answered, “I think it’s Miss Sasha.”

That evening, Vicky finally regained consciousness.

The lights inside the room were off, and only the light of the fading sun shone

through the window.

She glanced around the room and noticed the towering figure standing by the

window. Shadows loomed over the figure as he stood with his back facing her in

silence, perfectly blending into the darkness.

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Her heart twitched in pain for reasons she could not begin to comprehend, and

through the overwhelming sorrow, she muttered hoarsely, “Tyler.”

Still weak from the injury, her head was in tremendous pain. She seemed to

have hurt her head when Sasha pushed her down the stairs.

Vicky rubbed the back of her head and realized there were bandages wrapped

around her head.

Tyler turned around and with the light at his back, she could not see his face but

could sense the tension rising.

“What happened?” he asked coldly.

She rubbed her head and said, ‘I was in a conflict with someone and fell down

the stairs.”

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Vicky batted her eyes.

She had lost consciousness for a long time, and she knew that Tyler should

have found out about everything at this point.

She looked up and smiled when she spotted his face in the dark. “Who do you

think it was, Mister Hart?’

Before Tyler could answer, they heard knocking on the door, and a sternlooking

mid-aged man walked in.

When the man saw that Vicky was awake, he asked, “How are you feeling,

Missus Hart? Any pain?”

Though she did not recognize the man, Vicky politely answered, ‘I’m alright

…save for my head pounding, that is.*

“You bumped your head when you fell down the stairs, so it’s normal for you to

experience some pain. I’ll prescribe you some painkillers to cope with it.”

“I’m sorry, but you are…?”

“Simmons, Missus Hart. You may call me President Simmons.” After a pause,

he proceeded to say, “The person who pushed you down the stairs has been

caught and has been handed over to the police. They’ll charge her for

intentional assault, and we’ll take full responsibility for the fact that the accident

occurred here in our hospital… Please let us know if you need anything at all.*

Vicky shook her head. “Nothing at the moment.”

Even the simple motion of shaking her head left her seeing stars.

Seeing how exhausted she seemed, President Simmons said, “Rest well,

Misses Hart. I’ll come check on you again tomorrow.” He then proceeded to nod

his head at Tyler before leaving the room.

As the door closed, Tyler’s cold voice echoed inside the room. “Satisfied now,

Vicky Shaw?”