Chapter 1972 Suspicious

Charles knew he had to deal with it sooner or later. Not wanting to delay it any longer, he decided to go to the hospital.

At first, Charles still had some sympathy for Vicky, but it was gone as soon as it came. He didn't expect Vicky to be this bad. Feeling suspicious, he had asked David to look into her. They were surprised to find her record was crystal clean—something Charles had an iffy feeling about.

Normally, Charles didn't have a hard time digging up someone's past. This was the first time that he'd looked into a person and had come up with nothing.

Naturally, he grew suspicious.

As he thought of this, he urged the driver to drive faster.

Upon hearing this, David turned his head and asked, "Mr. Lu, why are you in a hurry? What happened?"

"Nothing. Just help me deal with Vicky later." Charles couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. How could she lose all of her memory like that with just a slight bump to the head?

"All right. Mr. Lu, I'll do whatever you ask me to," David said seriously to Charles.

After a momentary pause, Charles finally told David his plan.

David didn't know what to make of Charles' plan. He cast a meaningful look at Charles.

"What? Can't you do it?" Charles said, looking David in the eye.

David immediately shook his head as he explained, "No. It's just that I don't know what to think."

"Do you also think that Vicky's just pretending she's lost her memory?" Charles prompted.

"No. I just think there's something wrong with her. I'm afraid that we won't be able to trick her," David said.

However, Charles merely grinned, seemingly confident of his plan.

After a pause, Charles said, "Then don't try to trick her. Just do what I tell you to do."

"All right, sir." David d

he pressed the knife against her skin.

Blood suddenly came dripping out.

Charles was stunned.

"Put the knife down!" Charles looked at Vicky angrily.

Vicky shook her head impatiently.

"Charles, why don't you trust me? I'd rather be dead than have you treat me like this!" Vicky made a gesture to show that she was going to cut deeper.

Charles immediately stopped her.

"All right. Maybe the results are wrong. I should have believed you." Charles had no choice but to give in. He couldn't let her do anything else.

"David, call the doctor in," Charles instructed David.

"Okay, sir." Then David left the room.

Charles wrapped Vicky's wrist with some gauze.

Vicky looked at Charles with tears in her eyes. She said, sobbing, "Charles, please trust me. I'm not lying. I don't remember anything that happened before. I don't know how it happened."

Vicky then burst into tears.

Charles decided he needed more time to expose her.

What had just happened only made Charles more suspicious.

She'd rather be dead than face the truth. Then what was the truth?

He let the doctor tranquilize her. Then he waited for her to fall asleep before leaving.