Chapter 140
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"Bertha, it's already late, the debut plan is for tomorrow and then continue, there are still a few days left before the live broadcast of the show."
Bertha said "Yes" softly, her fingers still typing on the keyboard.
Venn knew he couldn't persuade her. He sighed and was about to leave when he suddenly realized that Bertha's face was not good.
"Kid, have you been sick recently? Why is your face so poor?"
Bertha's hand suddenly stopped for a moment, she remembered that last night she soaked herself in cold water for maybe half the evening, maybe that's why her face was a bit pale.
"I'm fine, don't worry, I'll finish work and go home."
"Okay."
Venn's expression was very serious, how could he not understand his sister's personality? Seeing the pupils in her eyes move slightly, he immediately knew that the matter was not as simple as she said.
Venn called Tommy into his room to talk, and Tommy immediately knelt.
"Third young master, I really don't know, maybe it's because these past two days, Miss. Bertha is so busy, she often stays up late working."
Tommy was stuck in the middle, he was extremely miserable.
Probably because he saw Tommy's miserable expression, Venn didn't ask too much more.
"Okay, you continue to keep her safe, keep an eye on Derek, if he dares to harm her, I will make him die, understand?"
"Yes, third young master."
All night, Bertha did not return to the beach villa, she intended to work all night.
Tommy knocked on the door and entered.
"Mistress, an hour ago, Mr. Derek was taken from the emergency room to the regular hospital room. He has regained consciousness, do you want to go see him?"
Bertha's hand that was typing on the keyboard stopped slightly, she hesitated for a moment.
"No need, tell Emilio to take good care of him. Wait until he gets better then take him back to the beach villa."
"But…"
Tommy hasn't left yet, his face shows difficulty.
Bertha was puzzled. "What's wrong? Is it because I didn't speak enough?"
"No, after waking up, I don't understand why Mr. Derek insisted on not letting the nurse change the IV tube. No matter how much we advised him, he couldn't."
Bertha was speechless. "Right now, he's just a patient. Can't you guys control a weak man?"
Tommy didn't know what to say.
Bertha always worked quickly, straightforwardly, and violently.
Tommy could not argue, nor did Bertha say anything more. "Let's go to the hospital. I want to see what's wrong with him."
She cleaned up her desk and drove to the hospital.
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At the hospital.
Derek curled his body up, his head tucked into the blanket.
The nurse let out a sigh. "Mr. Derek, you still have a fever. If you lie under a blanket like that, it will be difficult to breathe. You have to let me change your IV."
No matter how much the doctor, nurse, and Emilio by his side advised him to stop him, he still didn't care.
Bertha entered the room, and she spoke sarcastically.
"Maybe tomorrow the press will report that the president of Tibble Corporation wanted to refuse to change the IV so he covered himself with a blanket?"
Emilio saw Bertha coming, he politely greeted her. "Miss."
Bertha nodded slightly in response, then she walked over to Derek's hospital bed.
Without waiting for her to continue speaking, Derek reached out and grabbed Bertha's wrist.
Derek poked his head out from under the blanket. Because he had a fever, his eyes were watery, no longer as cold as usual, instead, he looked a bit pitiful and weak.
He stared at Bertha's face several times, confirming that he hadn't pulled the wrong person.
From now on, he will never admit the wrong person again.
"Bertha, you're finally here. I woke up and didn't see you. I missed you."
Because he had a fever, his voice was a bit hoarse, his voice a bit childish and coy.
The doctors, nurses, and Emilio were all shocked.
Bertha shivered. "You have a fever so your brain is damaged? If your brain is damaged then you don't need to use it anymore, throw it away."
Everything he had prepared had collapsed at this moment.
"Bertha, I want to talk to you alone for a moment."
Bertha thought for a moment, but she didn't refuse, she looked towards the nurse and said. "But you have to change your IV. Otherwise, I won't talk to you."
Derek's voice was pushed down to an extremely low level. "Okay."
The nurse immediately stepped forward, she saw his hand still holding Bertha's wrist tightly, making it impossible for her to get the injection.
Bertha frowned. "Let go of my hand, if you hold my hand, how can you get an injection?"
Derek didn't say anything, he brought his other hand out from under the blanket, and his right hand was still tightly clasped around Bertha's wrist.
In the basement, he was tortured by that drug to the point that he was no longer conscious and extremely panicked.
When the basement door opened and a light shone inside, the only thought he had was to tightly capture the figure that had passed by him in the past.
But no matter how hard he tried, the distance between them was so far that he could never reach that person.
It was a taste that made him more desperate and tormented than medicine.
Now that he's awake, he caught her with great difficulty, and he absolutely won't let go.
He was thinking when he felt a strong force trying to push his hand away.
It's Bertha.
The nurse finished injecting him, Bertha told everyone to get out.
Seeing Derek hold her wrist so tightly that her skin turned purple, Bertha frowned and said. "You hurt my hand. Before I finish talking to you, I won't leave, but if you hold my hand again I will leave immediately."
Derek hesitated a bit, he looked at her cold eyes, and finally let go of her hand.
Bertha sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed. She spoke straight to the point, her tone cold. "Derek, you're arrogant, but I don't understand, when you agreed to sign the agreement, why were you so decisive? Could it be that you simply want to repay your debt and turn yourself into a coward, unkempt? Is this worth it?"
