Chapter 1096
Tyler pursed his lips in displeasure.
He had his people in the mansion, and when he was informed that Valencia rushed toward Old Mister Hart's
residential area with a group of people, he instantly realized that she knew about what happened and hurried back
from the office.
However, he was still too late and gave Lincoln the chance to impress Vicky instead.
He glanced at Lincoln's face, and the frustration faded slightly.
Vicky studied Lincoln's face in confusion and said, "Second Young Master, what happened to your face? Is this truly
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtan allergic reaction?"
When Vicky saw him the day before, Lincoln was perfectly fine. On top of that, all of Lincoln's meals were prepared
with care, so it seemed odd that he would have an allergic reaction all of a sudden.
Lincoln's gaze swept across Tyler's face, followed by a faint smile. "It's not because I ate something wrong."
"Then..."
"Before Mother arrived, she called me repeatedly, asking where I was. I sensed something amiss, so I had my
caretaker bring some irritants intentionally to cause a rash..." Vicky was taken aback, feeling a complex emotion
surging within her. "You... You sacrificed your face to help me, fearing that Missus Hart would find out?"
Lincoln's voice was warm and gentle. "Vicky, you misunderstand. I only did it to prevent Mother from worrying. If
Vicky was no fool and could distinguish a misunderstanding from an excuse made to avoid burdening her.
After all, Valencia would still be worried to see the state Lincoln was in.
Vicky grew even more ashamed. "Second Young Master, I've caused you harm again. I'm truly sorry..."
Before Vicky could finish her words, her wrist was tightly grasped. "Vicky." A chilling voice sounded near her ear.
"This has nothing to do with you. Don't always shoulder every responsibility."
After hearing Tyler's words, Lincoln calmly said, "Vicky, Tyler is right. This truly has nothing to do with you. I chose to
do this."
Tyler's black eyes narrowed, sharp as a falcon's gaze, as he looked at Lincoln. Lincoln, on the other hand, fearlessly
met his gaze with a gentle smile.
Neither of them were fools, and they knew what was going on. Since Tyler dared to drug Lincoln, he clearly was not
afraid of him finding out; that had always been his way of doing things.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat surprised Tyler, however, was that Lincoln had turned the tables on him, intentionally making it sound as
though he had ruined his face for Vicky's sake to elicit her sympathy.
As Vicky's guilt and remorse deepened in her eyes, Tyler's expression grew increasingly grim at the realization that
he had inadvertently given Lincoln an opportunity.
"Though..." Lincoln suddenly changed the subject. "Tyler, you arrived too late. If something had happened to Vicky,
by the time you arrived, she would've been taken away."
Tyler tightened his grip on Vicky's hand, his hold becoming even firmer. Not bothering to conceal his disgust for
Lincoln, his voice was cold as he retorted, "Lincoln, put away your shady schemes. What kind of man uses a woman
to achieve his goals?"
Lincoln's eyebrow lifted. "Using a woman to achieve goals? Are you suggesting that one can only be helping Vicky if
they have an ulterior motive? Tyler, aren't you being too extreme?"