Chapter 125
Derek's guilt deepened, he put his hand to his lips, signaling Liam to retreat, and then walked up the stairs.
In-room.
Bertha saw him enter, her eyes were cold to the bone.
Waiting for him to come in front of her, she opened her mouth.
"Kneel."
Derek was stunned for two seconds, his face filled with resistance.
Even though he felt very guilty in his heart, it didn't mean he let her trample on his dignity.
“As a man, I can kneel in front of my parents, but I don't kneel…”
“Okay, you're not kneeling, right? It seems like you enjoy being surrounded by others. Then let me call the bodyguards in, they will help you kneel.”
Bertha didn't have the patience to listen to him finish, she was about to ring the alarm at the head of the bed when she heard the sound of Derek's knees hitting the floor.
“I kneel but I'm not afraid of you,” Derek said arrogantly.
Seeing his arrogant expression, she coldly snorted and shouted. "Give me medicine."
Derek quickly opened the medicine box, he began to seriously apply the medicine to the wound in her palm.
The cut wasn't deep, but it seemed to extend the entire length of her palm. Because of the length of the wound, her hand also became scarier.
Derek was heartbroken, his movements became gentler, little by little careful.
Bertha coldly looked at the man who was obediently kneeling at her feet and asked. "You know you can't kill me, why did you do that stupid thing?"
Derek bowed his head, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
"Because you wanted to vent your anger for Rose, right? You believed Mr. Devon's words, thinking I was the one who killed your father?"
Derek still said nothing, focusing on applying the medicine to her.
Bertha looked at him, she rarely spoke words of reason. "Maybe it's not because of your father, before he died, your father had cancer, I don't need to spend so much effort to kill a dying old man, you know this very well. So, are you for Rose?"
Her answer was still the man's silence.
She used her uninjured hand to lift his chin, forcing him to lift his head to look into her eyes.
"Maybe you understand my personality very well. My hand was injured. Maybe Rose will be very happy, but you are about to pay the price. Is it worth it for you?"
Those words made Derek's eyes turn red. "No, so I regretted it."
Bertha lowered her head to look straight into his eyes, her sharp eyes looked into his red eyes, and his expression was heartfelt.
Because seeing her injured makes him feel guilty?
Or is he putting on a show for her?
She looked back and accidentally saw the left side of his face swelling.
"Very good, now it seems your cheeks are symmetrical."
She paused for a moment then continued. “Do you remember, before, when you stopped me in the women's restroom, I said that one day I would make you kneel at my feet? I didn't expect this day to come so quickly.”
Derek heard her sarcastic tone, he felt extremely uncomfortable, he tried to escape from her hand, bowed his head, and continued applying the medicine.
When he applied the medicine, it was very neat and tidy, not hurting her at all. He used cloth to bandage her, which was also very good.
Bertha looked at his proficient movements and asked curiously. "You are the young master of Tibble's family. You have probably been pampered since childhood. If you were injured, Mrs. Victoria would be heartbroken. Why are you so good at applying medicine?"
Derek stopped his face calmly explaining. "Because when I was young, I was a bit naughty, so I often got injured, and then I applied medicine to myself."
Bertha knew he was avoiding her question, and she didn't want to ask anymore.
The room became extremely quiet.
The atmosphere was unusually quiet.
Derek finished applying the medicine but still didn't get up.
Bertha looked at him coldly, and then she looked at the blood on the bed. "Tonight, you should wash the bed sheets, wash them in the backyard, and don't sleep until they're done."
"Okay." Without hesitation, Derek answered.
Derek lowered his eyes, looking incredibly docile.
But Bertha thought that tonight he dared to sneak into her room with a knife, and she was angry again.
This man is very good at hiding.
Every time he pretended to be obedient as if he was holding back from doing something.
Bertha was very upset.
She wanted to slowly drain away this man's dignity and arrogance.
'Looks like I can't sleep.'
She said in her heart, walking out of the room.
Derek quickly grabbed her wrist and said. "Where do you go?"
She said nonchalantly. "I went to Venn's place to stay temporarily for a few nights."
"Can not go."
He seemed to instinctively force his mouth to speak.
Receiving Bertha's indignant look, he spoke softly. "What I mean is, it's late now, it's not good for you to bother him. Furthermore, you're a woman, he's a man... it's not appropriate."
He hates Venn, and Venn also hates him.
Perhaps it was caused by the man's possessive desire. He knew he could not stop it now, but he couldn't accept Bertha's search for Venn.
"Let me go."
Bertha's face was determined, then she stepped forward, the hand holding her hand gently squeezing.
"Don't go. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you. I won't do that again in the future. Don't go looking for Venn."
Bertha turned her head to look at him in surprise.
Having known him for so many years, this was the first time she heard him apologize.
When he found out he owed her three years, he didn't apologize.
Even when he stabbed her with a knife just now, he only said one word of regret, he still didn't apologize.
Now he remembered to apologize.
"Your apology is too late, I don't accept it. Go away."
Bertha angrily pulled away from his grasp.