Chapter 63

At the clinic owned by Margot's father, Harold Cellier, Tyler remained oblivious to what awaited him. As soon as he sat down, he looked around and made a compliment. "This clinic looks professional. Traditional medicine was highly sought after when I was abroad. It was almost impossible to even see a practitioner." "My father is afraid of heights, so he couldn't board a plane and go abroad. That's why he's practicing in Portsham," Margot said, walking over with a pot of coffee. As it turned out, a person would be the best at acting when they were about to do something bad. Margot was able to pour a cup of coffee calmly, then she stuffed it into Sylvia's hands and said, "Here you go. You love coffee, so I poured you a little extra." Sylvia was speechless, but at that point, there was no other way but to press on. Her gaze hardened with determination as she aimed for Tyler's shoe and walked over with the cup in her hand. Then, she let out a scream, pretending to stumble. However, th