Vicky’s status was not considered low, but compared to the Hart family, the difference was indeed immense. Even with the support of her family, she was hardly worthy of being wed to the likes of Tyler.

During that time, Tyler was busy resolving his company’s crisis, so they rarely saw each other.

As a result, Vicky was constantly invited by Missus Hart to accompany her, under the guise of teaching Vicky proper manners and etiquette. In reality, she did not learn much about etiquette, and Missus Hart simply took her to numerous banquets and social gatherings.

At first, Vicky thought Missus Hart wanted to broaden her horizons, but as she faced more and more ridicule and gossip, Vicky finally realized the truth.

Missus Hart was a force to be reckoned with and managed to hide her true intention all along. Despite all the difficulties, mockery, and grievances, Vicky did not admit defeat. She silently endured and kept herself from mentioning any of the events to Tyler.

“Vicky. Vicky…” A deep and melodious voice echoed, sounding as if it came from beyond a distant dream.

Vicky’s eyebrows quivered as she broke free from her slumber.

familiar enough to bring her solace. At that moment, he gazed at her intently, his deep-black

many years within an instant when he once looked at her with the same gaze. Feeling a

seconds before instinctively holding her

let alone initiating any form of intimacy with him. Even after her memory loss, any affectionate gestures she made toward him had always had ulterior

he gently patted her back, his eyes showing a tenderness that even

alright now, everything’s going

without a word, refraining from interrupting. However, at that very

how did Vicky end up

dissipated in

through tear-filled eyes, saw the middle-aged

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