Chapter 168
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Bertha was originally injured so her physical strength decreased very quickly, she just lost concentration for a moment and her arm was slashed.
Her small arm was stained with a long blood stain, so painful that her entire arm trembled unconsciously.
She covered the bleeding wound, bit her lower lip trying to endure the pain, and observed the situation around her.
Tommy and Donald were both injured but they still tried to fight.
If this continued, before her third brother arrived, the three of them would have died here.
She looked at the blood flying everywhere, anger boiling in her heart.
No matter how much pain she feels today, she will pay back a thousand times more later.
She stepped on the stone pillar on the bridge, the wind blowing the hair off her forehead.
But with this small face covered in blood, when she smiles, she is still beautiful.
She looks at everything with clear, cold eyes.
Even though she was injured, her majesty and nobility did not decrease at all.
'They want to kill me, I can't hide. But even if I die, I still have to choose my way of dying."
After saying this, she jumped from the ten-meter-high bridge into the river.
'Miss. Do not."
Before falling into the water, she heard Tommy's desperate screams.
The night was pitch black, her vision was obscured underwater, and the dim street lights on the bridge became her only ray of light.
As the light gradually disappeared, she felt a severe headache, her body gradually sank to the bottom of the river because of gravity.
She's about to die, isn't she...
Her consciousness was disintegrating more and more.
Before completely losing consciousness, she felt someone holding her tightly, blowing air into her mouth, trying to pull her back from the dead.
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Waiting until Bertha woke up, what caught her eye was the white ceiling.
'Are you awake?"
In her ear was the familiar voice of her third brother.
Bertha tilted her head away, Venn's handsome face appearing before her.
She called hoarsely. 'Third brother…"
'Don't say anything, your fever just went down, don't harm your vocal cords."
Venn sadly rubbed her head, his eyes turned red. Although he was very upset, he only dared to speak to her softly.
'Winter is coming, the river water is cold to the bone, and you are still injured, what if the wound gets infected? You don't want to live anymore, do you?"
Bertha curled the corners of her white mouth as if she wanted to tell him to cool down, she asked. 'How's Tommy's group?"
Seeing that she had just woken up and was hastily taking care of someone else, Venn was quite upset, but he still answered her softly.
"The two of them are okay. Although they have a lot of skin injuries, they are not seriously injured. They should rest for a while and be fine."
Bertha breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to continue asking, Venn stopped her.
'You just woke up, why do you have so many problems, you go back to sleep, okay?"
Bertha's face was pale, she didn't say anything but just looked at him quietly.
Under her gaze, Venn lost. 'Okay, you won. I know what you want to ask, please drink milk while I tell you the details, okay?"
Bertha smiled with satisfaction.
He sighed and adjusted the height of the pillow for her, so she could lean on the bed to drink milk.
'As soon as I received your news, I immediately took my subordinates and ran to you. Before I could get closer, I heard your words as you stood on the bridge. You scared me so much that my clothes were soaked in cold sweat. Next time, don't do this again."
Bertha smiled and nodded obediently.
Venn continued. 'I investigated the identities of those assassins, but there was no information. They were all raised by black organizations and could not be investigated. But I think they are probably members of Griselda's house."
Before that, he secretly investigated with their father but didn't have any clues. The first brother also used underground forces to investigate, but he could not find any traces.
Bertha drank two sips of milk and spoke weakly. "There's more than one member of Griselda's house who wants me dead, so their plans have all been thoroughly discussed to be able to do it so meticulously."
Venn frowned tightly. 'But why do they only target you?"
Bertha thought for a moment then shook her head. 'I don't know, but maybe this has something to do with the company's inheritance rights."
Because she was the youngest daughter of Griselda's house, their father found a lawyer to write a will, and all of Griselda's house's assets were inherited by her, which was a huge fortune no matter what. Everyone has the intention of robbing.
Venn nodded. 'If that's the case, as long as we understand their weakness, we'll know who's behind it."
These are all Bertha's conjectures.
She remembered that before she fell into a coma, the little girl's face appeared in her mind.
Some words kept repeating in her ears as if they had happened before.
Bertha felt incomprehensible.
'Third brother, besides me, do you have any other daughters?"
Venn lowered his head, deep in thought.
He thought for a moment then shook his head.
"No, you know, Dad is old, when you were born, he was quite old. A few years ago I heard that Mrs. Jennifer went everywhere asking for folk medicine to take, but I've never heard of her being pregnant."
Mrs. Jennifer is Bertha's stepmother but she is only three years older than Bertha so she doesn't like Bertha, as long as the two of them are together, they will argue.
Bertha thought for a moment. Perhaps Mrs. Jennifer is involved in Bertha being chased by a group of assassins.
This matter, she needs to slowly investigate in the future.
Currently, she can only temporarily not mention this matter anymore to recover her health.
'Third brother, how did you handle the men last night?"
Venn immediately fell into thought.
