Chapter 138
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Tommy knelt on the spot. "I didn't mean this, everything you did was right. But I know, you didn't want to kill Derek either."
Hearing Tommy say that, Bertha's heart felt much better.
She thought for a moment, looking towards Casey. "You go to his house and bring Mrs. Victoria here, quickly."
"Yes, miss."
Casey immediately set off.
Bertha heard the screams become more and more intense, with a hint of desperation somewhere.
Even the tall bodyguards here were scared, and they even felt that this was like extremely cruel auditory torture.
Ten minutes passed, and Bertha finally spoke.
"Open the refrigerator and get a bucket of ice water and bring it to him to cool down."
The guards were stunned for a moment, then they obediently followed Bertha's instructions, taking some ice and a bucket of water.
They opened the basement room door, and rays of light entered, drawing Derek's long and narrow shadow behind.
Derek lay curled up on the floor, just like a small child still in his mother's womb.
The floor was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also wet with sweat, hanging down on his forehead, like a large dog whose body was extremely weak due to injury.
Within an hour, he struggled to the point of exhaustion, his whole body was still shaking, and his face was terrifyingly red.
Feeling the thorny gaze thrown at him, he raised his eyes and looked up.
In a blur, he saw a familiar figure.
Without thinking, Derek said, his hands shaking, eyes full of desire towards the other person, his voice hoarse. "Bertha… I… I'm so upset…"
That night, he accidentally poisoned her, causing her to endure such torment, and he was also very heartbroken.
If he returns it to her today, will she feel more at ease?
So, will she stop hating him?
His hands were shaking violently, but he still stubbornly wanted to touch Bertha. It was clear that she seemed very close, he just had to reach out to touch her.
But the distance between them is also very far as if the distance between two people can never be overcome.
Because of the backlight, Derek couldn't see Bertha's expression, but he could feel the coldness radiating from her body.
Her cold feeling made his heartache, it was a hundred times more unpleasant when the medicine took effect.
Bertha appeared indifferent, she watched Derek from afar, not moving at all.
Seeing Derek still looking towards her, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.
Derek was still waiting, he was waiting for her to open her mouth to say something, even if it was just a little bit of mercy.
But he waited forever, Emilio poured a bucket of ice water down on his head.
His body was already hot, and could not stand the temperature difference of the ice-cold water tank. His body trembled even more intensely than before, and his teeth clashed. He could not control his consciousness and began to become confused.
'Emilio, why did you fall directly on his head?"
Bertha grabbed the arm of the chair, and suddenly she screamed.
"Huh? You said I had to do that."
Emilio was startled by Bertha's scream. He became confused, his hands shaking, dropping the half-empty bucket of water onto Derek.
Being hit by a large object made Derek cough a few times.
Heartbreaking sounds echoed in the basement room, sounding so sad and scary.
Bertha was about to sit up and see how Derek was doing, but suddenly a woman's shrill scream came from behind.
"Oh my god, Derek. My Derek."
Hearing this sound, Bertha's hand gripping the chair arm suddenly loosened.
She sat back in her chair, her expression restored to its cold state.
Mrs. Victoria is wearing a cast and recuperating in her room at home. She has been discharged from the hospital.
When Tommy arrived home with a very unsightly face, Mrs. Victoria guessed something was up.
She doesn't want to go. In the end, she was dragged here by Tommy.
Having just seen her son in the basement room being tortured until he was barely alive, Mrs. Victoria didn't have time to remember that her legs were pretending to be in casts, so she ran as fast as she could toward Derek.
She knelt next to Derek, feeling his cold body without any warmth, his whole body shaking violently, making her extremely frightened.
"Where is the doctor? You guys quickly go call the doctor, my son is about to die. He can't die, he can't die."
Mrs. Victoria has been arrogant for more than half her life, but now in front of Bertha, she no longer cares about her image, crying loudly. "Bertha, I beg you, please save him quickly. He did nothing wrong, why do you treat him so cruelly? Even though you and he are divorced, you still don't keep a little bit of love?"
Bertha smiled sarcastically. "In the years I lived with Tibble's family, I never felt anything called gratitude. You don't see me as your daughter-in-law, you treat me like a dog. Now seeing your beloved son being tortured by the woman you hate the most, how does it feel?"
Mrs. Victoria was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly she despaired and cried loudly.
"I'm upset. I'm so upset that my heart can't breathe anymore. It's all my fault, I treated you cruelly but my son is not wrong, please save him quickly, I am begging you. Please, Bertha."
Bertha opened her mouth, looking helpless. "I can't save him, only you can save him."
Mrs. Victoria stopped crying, stunned for a few seconds. "What do you mean?"
"Derek has the result he has today because he was hit by the thing you gave him to put in my coffee, and you..."
Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Mrs. Victoria interrupted her. "No, it has nothing to do with him. When I mentioned this, he refused. While he wasn't paying attention, I silently put two packets of cigarettes in his pocket. He doesn't know anything. I'm telling the truth."
"Really?"
