Chapter 991

"Vicky, why won't you just come begging for help despite being locked up?" Vicky's pale lips curled into a faint smile. "Begging you for help comes with a price, Mister Hart." "So you left the window open before going to sleep on purpose to get yourself ill in order to get out?" Vicky did not deny it. "I have no leverage against you, so I was left with the d*mbest option." "You seem certain that I will let you go if you try to hurt yourself." She chuckled. "Yeah." Tyler's eyes widened. "Has it ever crossed your mind that I could have just left you there to die?" "You won't." She met his gaze. "You haven't had enough time torturing me, so you won't let me die so easily." If he truly wanted to kill her, she would not even be here right now. If he could spend four years planning his revenge, he could wait a while longer. He won't be content with just her death, so the divorce was never an end; it was only the beginning. She had been too naive before. Tyler's thin lips curled up,