The Apple of My Eye
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 replace 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 decided to let it go upon seeing the confidence on Charles's face.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.

Vicky was talking to a nurse when they came in. She looked immediately happy the minute she saw Charles. She jumped off the bed and flung herself at Charles, rubbing her face against his chest. "Charles, I knew it. I knew you'd come to visit me now that you're done with work." Vicky acted as if she'd really expected Charles to come.

"Of course, I've come. I have something to tell you." Charles suddenly became very serious.

Vicky had no idea what Charles was going to say. She suddenly looked serious too.

"Okay, Charles. Go ahead. I'm listening." Vicky looked at Charles with an innocent expression.

Charles didn't say anything. He just looked back at David.

Upon seeing this, David stepped forward and handed the document in his hand to Charles before nodding at Charles and stepping back again.

"I hired some psychological experts to test you. These are the results. It says nothing's wrong with you, and you didn't really lose your memory. Can you explain that to me?" Charles looked at Vicky emotionlessly.

Naturally, one would have expected him to be furious right now. On the contrary, he looked quite calm as if he wasn't surprised at all.

"Charles, you don't trust me?" Vicky didn't back down. She suddenly looked hurt as if she wasn't guilty at all.

"How could I trust you? You say you love me, but what you're doing right now isn't love!" Charles glared at Vicky.

David took this opportunity to clear his throat and interrupt, "Miss Vicky, I went to see your doctor, and he said you've completely recovered."

This made things more awkward.

Vicky looked at David blankly. She blinked her eyes and looked at Charles. "You're trusting him, instead of me? The doctor says I've recovered. Okay, fine, but that doesn't mean that my memories have come back. All I know is that you're my husband."

Vicky looked at Charles with an innocent expression as if she was being wronged.

"I didn't say that I didn't trust you, but this is what the report says. What am I supposed to think? Are you hiding anything from me?" A hint of suspicion flashed across Charles's face, and repulsion could be seen in his eyes.

"You don't trust me!" Vicky stepped back to get away from Charles.

As she moved, Charles noticed a knife in her hand.

Charles didn't know when she had gotten this knife or how she even got it in the first place.

"What are you doing?"

"Charles, if you don't believe me, then I have nothing to live for." Vicky's voice was high as she spoke. She put the knife on her wrist.

Charles didn't expect that this would happen. He didn't intend for this to happen. Still, he eyed her coldly.

He decided to wait and see if she would really slice her wrists or not.

Upon noticing that not a single emotion could be seen on Charles's face, Vicky narrowed her eyes and grinned. She 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.