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Chapter 1345
"Don't you need to stay with Mister Hart?'
Vicky smiled gently but did not explain herself. "Well be having a guest. Once she arrives, bring her to my office
right away."
Cece and Jennifer glanced at one another in shock as they were not told Vicky would be coming, nor did they know
about any guests.
An hour later, someone knocked on Vicky's door. "Vicky, your guest is here," Jennifer called.
Vicky got up to answer the door.
Standing next to Jennifer was a woman in her forties; she wore glasses and smiled elegantly.
"Hello, Missus Hart," the woman greeted politely.
Vicky invited her into the studio, feeling apologetic for the inconvenience. "I’m sorry for troubling you to come in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtperson."
Isabella smiled and replied, "Missus Hart, you don't need to be so polite. I'm just happy that you don't hold my
previous actions against me."
Vicky knew she was referring to the incident when Isabella hypnotized her. Curious, she asked, "Doctor Yelmon, are
you...working for Tyler?"
"Sort of." Isabella nodded. "I met Mister Hart in Molivia. My younger brother used to work for him. Five years ago,
the Yelmon family had some unexpected troubles and needed a large sum of money..." Her voice was calm and
serene as she continued, "We tried asking all our relatives and friends for help, but no one was willing to help us. In
the end, my brother turned to Mister Hart as a last resort. To our surprise, Mister Hart agreed without hesitation
and lent us the money. If it weren’t for that money, our family would've been ruined. My brother and I are very
grateful for Mister Hart's help, and we've decided to repay his kindness."
"I see." Vicky nodded, understanding the context.
Looking at Vicky, Isabella asked, "Missus Hart, did you invite me here today to ask me something?"
After a moment of silence, Vicky said, "I heard from Harry that Tyler once suffered from depression. Is that true?"
Isabella studied Vicky for a few seconds and gently nodded. "Yes, it's true." She already guessed why Vicky sought
her out. "Although Mister Hart helped our family, we didn't have much contact. We only met twice in Molivia. The
first time was to personally thank Mister Hart for lending us the money. The second time..." Isabella's gaze turned
distant." The second time was when Theodore, who worked for Mister Hart at the time, went to pick him up and
bring him out of the Hart family..."
"The Hart family?" Vicky's heart skipped a beat.
Isabella stared at her. "Missus Hart, after attending so many Hart family banquets, you should know his true
identity, right?"
Vicky nodded.
"When Theodore brought him out, Mister Hart was covered in bruises..." Isabella sighed. "I invited my senior at
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmschool to come and treat him, who said the injuries on his body were caused by various torture devices. My senior's
medical skills are superb, and Mister Hart recovered quickly.
However... Although the physical injuries healed, the psychological trauma was much harder to mend. I specialize in
this area, and with just one glance, I could tell he was suffering from severe depression. He showed signs of being
hypnotized, drugged, and even mentally controlled.
I thought..."
Isabella's voice came to a sudden halt.
Vicky could not help but urge, "You thought, what?"
Isabella looked at her and softly uttered, "I thought he might die."
Vicky's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"
"When a person's mental world suffers severe blows, they may face death even if their body is unharmed. His
condition at that time...was terrible. My junior and I tried many treatment methods, but none of them worked
until...”