Chapter 158
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But why is she unhappy in her heart?
After careful calculation, his debt up to this point seems to be almost enough.
Bertha regained her thoughts, pushed the door open, and entered.
When Derek saw her coming, he put down his pants, covered himself with the blanket, and leaned against the headboard to wait for her.
She sat down on the chair next to his bed, she held the bowl of porridge, used a spoon to stir it, and gently blew on it to cool down the heat, her gestures were very graceful and gentle.
Derek looked at her with bright eyes, his heart pounding.
He licked his thin pale lips, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he obediently waited for her to feed him.
Bertha noticed he was looking at her, she was still quietly blowing the porridge in the bowl, and there wasn't any wave in her eyes.
Feeling that the temperature of the porridge in the bowl was not too hot, she gave him the bowl and spoon.
Derek was stunned for a moment, but he didn't reach out to take the bowl of porridge.
'You eat it yourself, I won't feed you." Bertha's tone was cold.
Derek's heart ached, he suddenly felt lost and resentful.
He didn't answer, looking at her with red eyes. 'I'm in pain, I can't feed myself."
Bertha frankly exposes his hypocrisy. 'You hurt your knee, not your hand, why can't you eat?"
Derek was very dissatisfied.
'But I have a fever, I'm very dizzy."
Bertha's expression was cold. 'You said it so clearly, it seems your brain hasn't broken down yet, so don't eat anymore."
She was about to get up and take the porridge away.
Derek quickly grabbed the bowl from her hand. Even though she didn't feed her, at least she cooked the porridge herself. If he didn't eat it, it would make her sad.
But as soon as he put a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, he almost spit it out on the spot.
'Why… is it a bit burned?"
Bertha was a little embarrassed.
Was she saying that because she was thinking about Laura, she forgot to turn down the heat?
'Then don't eat anymore, you can cook it yourself later." She reached out her hand to take the bowl of porridge back.
Derek leaned to the side, not letting her take the bowl of porridge away, looking like he was protecting the food.
Then, under Bertha's watchful eye, he stuffed the entire bowl of porridge into his stomach.
Because the porridge was burned, it didn't taste good, so Derek tried to hold back the urge to vomit. He showed her the bowl of porridge that he had eaten.
Bertha knew that it wasn't delicious, when she saw him like this, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.
But now that he's finished eating, she moves on to the next step.
She took out a piece of paper that Tommy had printed out and handed it to him with a calm expression.
'You watch and sign."
Derek bewilderedly took it.
After reading the above words, he was angry.
'Do you want to terminate the labor contract with me?"
"That's right."
Her tone was very calm.
Seeing his violent reaction, Bertha continued speaking. 'I have already calculated, now that your debt is almost paid, I cancel the agreement, aren't you very happy? Then you can continue to be the young master of Tibble's family."
Even though she said so, paying off the debt he owed her was always his goal.
But…
'You said before, after paying off the debt, you will never come back to me again for the rest of your life, we will become strangers, is that true?"
Bertha's eyes were very serious. "Correct."
"Then I won't sign. You said the time is one year to three years. Now it's only been more than half a month. I still haven't paid it yet."
He frowned, his cheeks puffed up, and he handed her back the paper canceling the deal.
Bertha did not accept it, her face turned cold again. 'Derek, don't try to cause trouble, sign your name."
Derek was extremely upset by her fierceness. He moved towards her. He held her small, slender wrist and spoke with no effort.
'I took Noa away, pretending to be injured to deceive you, are you still angry with me? Bertha, next time I will absolutely not deceive you again, not to mention you also punished me last night, I didn't do anything about Laura. We are all at fault, don't be angry..."
Bertha pushed his hand away seriously. 'I'm not angry, I just feel it's time to let you go, from now on you and I will live our own peaceful lives, and then both you and I are good."
Couldn't what he did arouse any of her emotions?
Does this mean that she doesn't care about him at all? She doesn't even have resentment and hatred?
Derek was quite upset.
'So you're still angry at me because I don't want to let go, so I won't sign the paper to cancel this agreement."
'Derek!"
Bertha frowned, looking at him with dark eyes. 'I'm just letting you know, I'm not asking for your opinion, you're required to sign."
After she finished speaking, Derek tore the paper into pieces right in front of her, then he threw them at the ceiling, the white pieces of paper flying like snow all over the house.
He agreed to sign a divorce with her which was the thing he regretted the most in his life.
This time, he will not let him regret it anymore.
He looked at her with eyes full of defiance, his tone provocative. 'I tore it, are you angry? If you want, you tell Tyrone, Casey come in here and hit me, as long as I have one breath left, I won't be able to sign."
A piece of paper fell on Bertha's head, it was like a fire rushing straight into her forehead.
"Good very good. You like looking for cruelty, don't you?"
Bertha took a deep breath, restraining her urge to hit him.
'You better pray that your illness doesn't get better, my anger will subside faster, otherwise I can't guarantee whether Tyrone's group beat you or not?"
Having finished speaking, she stood up, and after glancing at him, she left the room.
Derek saw that she was really angry, but in his heart, he was still a little scared.
He was still very hurt from the beating but he would not sign.
