Loving You In Secret (Vicky and Tyler) novel Chapter 1333

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.

Only 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."

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.