Chapter 22

Just then, someone knocked on the door to Vicky's room again, and a slender figure got in with a thermal lunch box in his hand.

"Vicky, you haven't eaten, right? I brought you some soup..."

Sebastian froze when he saw Sheila and Tyler inside the room.

"Why are you here?" asked Sebastian. At the thought of Sasha who was standing outside the room, he caught on.

"Are you here to confront Vicky?" He sneered at Tyler. "Tyler Hart, even if you don't love Vicky, you don't have to team up with outsiders to bully your wife, do you? Can't you see that she's sick in bed right now?"

"So, you do know that she's my wife," Tyler uttered pointedly. He glanced at the thermal lunch box in Sebastian's hand. "Mister Mills, I can't imagine that it's appropriate for you to treat a married woman with such care."

Sebastian glanced at Sheila in her wheelchair and lifted an eyebrow. "But it's okay for a married man like you to care for another woman, huh? Tyler Hart, enough with the double standards. Eve