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Chapter 1333
Vicky sighed in relief.
As soon as Tyler stepped forward, the onlookers instinctively made way for him. Though many people were present,
they all remained silent, afraid of attracting the attention of this demon before them.
At this moment, people’s gazes toward Tyler were filled with both fear and loathing.
There were numerous rumors about him, and most of them were far from favorable. For instance, he was known
to be rebellious, ruthless, and disregarded family bonds when it came to taking action. Today, he openly aimed a
gun at his uncle in front of everyone, so no one knew if he was capable of parricide if something else provoked him.
No one dared to stop Tyler and Vicky from leaving; even Valencia and Orion dared not utter a single word in Tyler's
presence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnly when the couple's figures disappeared did the crowd finally heave a collective sigh of relief.
"Father!" Mike gripped his injured arm and roared furiously," Tyler wanted to kill me! We can’t keep such a filicidal
maniac in the Hart family!"
Old Mister Hart felt like he had aged 10 years in a single moment. He waved his hand in dismissal. "You should go to
the hospital first for treatment."
"Father, Tyler has no regard for anyone. The Hart family can’t tolerate someone like him! You saw it yourself-he
tried to kill me! Are you really going to take Tyler's side on this matter?"
Old Mister Hart glanced at him. "If you hadn't shot at Vicky, he wouldn't have wanted to kill you. If it weren't for
Tyler pushing her away in time, she'd be dead by now."
Mike was unwilling to give up. "Braxton almost got beaten to death because of that menace. Are you saying that
her life is worth more than Braxton's? Father, you need to settle this fairly, or I—"
Old Mister Hart became irritated. "What do you want, then? To go kill Tyler or sever ties with the Hart family?"
A sinister expression crossed Mike's face. "At least I won't just sit on my thumbs."
Old Mister Hart sneered. "Have you been used to getting your way in recent years and become so inflated that
you've lost your bearings? Look at where you're standing now. Remember whose territory we are in! Do you think
Tyler spared you today because he's afraid of you? It's just that he cares for Vicky and doesn't want to hurt her!
Even if he had killed you today, he'd be able to get away with it. You would've died a pointless death!
"When you are in someone else's territory, you should abide by their rules. Tyler cares most about Vicky, yet you
insisted on hurting her in his territory. Isn't it only natural that you got injured?"
Old Mister Hart glared at Mike disappointedly. "He could simply sever ties with the Harts if he did end up killing you,
but you would've lost your life for nothing. And..." He snorted. "What you should be worried about is not how to kill
Tyler but how to preserve your life. After getting your wound treated at the hospital, you should hurry back to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMolivia, or you might die. Don't blame me for not warning you."
Old Mister Hart did not want to deal with these vexing matters any longer and left swiftly.
The night was cool, and Tyler's car sped all the way back home. Throughout the journey, his expression remained
dark and tense.
Vicky hesitated to speak several times. However, upon seeing his increasingly rapid steps on the accelerator, she
fell silent.
She stopped Tyler not because she pitied Mike but because she did not want Tyler to murder someone in front of so
many people. Though Tyler felt nothing toward the Harts, they were still his family. She did not want him to murder
his relative for her sake.
Upon arriving home, Tyler took Vicky's hand and took her upstairs wordlessly. He located the first aid kit and started
applying ointment to her bruised wrist. His expression was dark, but his motions were gentle.
Soon, the burning pain on her wrist was replaced by a cool sensation.