Chapter 169
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He cleaned up the remnants a bit while keeping the survivors, whom he would slowly interrogate later.
Thinking for a moment, Venn didn't care if Derek was still there or not, he said. "They injured you, so I kept a few assassins alive. Wait for you to recover, then ask them to see if there is any news."
"Okay."
Bertha put the glass of milk on the table, and she seemed to remember who saved her last night.
"So you jumped into the water to save me last night?"
Mentioning this, Venn felt angry again.
When he ran forward, Derek had already jumped into the water first.
When Bertha was carried ashore, Venn saw his sister's dress torn, he didn't know if Derek was playing a dirty trick on her or not.
"Uhm, it's me."
He didn't dare look Bertha straight in the eyes, and his tone was unnatural.
Bertha slightly wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and stared at Venn with searching eyes. "Really? But how do I remember someone kissing me, and that person even giving me artificial respiration?"
"What?"
'Damn it, I knew right away he would take advantage of the opportunity to do something wrong to my sister.' Venn was angry, thinking to himself.
He shouldn't have been soft-hearted, at that time he should have pushed Derek into the water so that Derek would freeze to death.
"You weren't awake at that time. You must have misremembered."
Bertha looked up at him intently. 'Third brother, don't lie to me."
"Why would I deceive you, it's true."
He also confidently looked straight into her eyes.
Bertha knows her brother well.
But even if what he said wasn't true, if he refused to admit it, she couldn't do anything.
So she changed the subject. "Where is Derek? Where did he go last night?"
"How do I know where he went? This time, because of him, Laura caused such trouble. You'd better stay away from him and don't care about him. I locked him in a villa next to the sea and didn't let him go out."
Bertha frowned, she wanted to say something but Venn quickly took the glass of milk and brought it close to her mouth. "Drink, then rest, your wound will recover quickly."
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In the basement at the beach villa.
The sound of someone coughing continuously made people feel shivers.
Derek lay huddled on the cold ground, his eyes unable to hide the tiredness.
Because of his severe cough, his face was frighteningly white, and he looked extremely disheveled.
The sweat on his face was pouring out like a stream, but his whole body was very hot.
His consciousness also became increasingly blurred.
But Tommy, the person with the closest relationship with him, is still being treated in the hospital.
Venn ordered Tyrone and Casey to lock Derek in the basement, not letting him drink water, not letting him eat, not even a light to light his room.
He endured alone in this basement for more than ten hours.
If this continues, he will be tormented to death.
He still hasn't investigated who harmed Bertha. Zillah and Laura are still free, he can't die.
He held back a breath, placing his hand over his mouth.
Because he needed to find out if Liam was here or not, he whistled along to the birds singing.
Tyrone and Casey heard noises coming from the basement, and they opened the door.
"Mr. Derek, stop torturing yourself. The third young master has already said, wait for Miss. Bertha to leave the hospital, she will release you."
With that said, the two of them left.
The basement door slammed shut again, then locked.
Suddenly the door opened, the cold wind blew in from outside, and Derek coughed horribly.
He coughed so violently that his whole body curled up, and his back kept shaking.
If he hadn't jumped into the water to save Bertha last night, he wouldn't have such a serious cold right now. Because Liam was worried about Derek, he silently followed around the beach villa.
At this moment, hearing Derek's weak signal, Liam was both angry and worried.
He, Aran, and a few more juniors rushed into the basement of the villa.
Tyrone and Casey both tried to stop it.
But how can the two of them fight back against a group of angry people? They were quickly beaten until they fainted.
Liam opened the basement door, and the moment he saw Derek lying on the ground, the anger in his heart seemed to immediately flare up violently.
"He treats his savior like this? I want to kill someone."
Aran was about to speak when Derek's hot hand grabbed his arm.
Because he coughed so much, Derek's throat could no longer make a sound, and he no longer had the strength to speak.
But Liam still understood what he meant.
That is, they are not allowed to kill people.
Liam struggled inside for a while, and finally, he sighed, after all, he still had to follow his boss's orders.
But if they don't relieve themselves a little, they will suffocate from anger, so Liam gives Aran a hand signal to lock Tyrone and Casey into the basement.
Liam then carried Derek to the second floor, where he applied a fever-reducing patch to Derek.
Derek had a fever of nearly thirty-nine degrees, a fever-reducing patch couldn't solve it.
Liam sent his subordinates to buy fever-reducing medicine, he changed another fever-reducing patch for Derek.
He still had such a high fever until late at night when he slowly woke up.
Liam retook his temperature, this time he no longer had a high fever.
Everything was fine. Liam breathed a sigh of relief, he sat down on the head of the bed, his expression quite sad.
"Boss, this time you saved Bertha but what did you get? Venn locked you up, not letting you go to the hospital to visit Bertha, maybe he didn't even let her know you were the one who saved her. He is cruel."
Derek half-closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling slightly.
His dark eyes lost their alertness due to this high fever, his handsome face became pale and weak.
Venn always hated him, no matter what he did, Venn was not satisfied.
Moreover, he knew that Venn was his ex-brother-in-law, so he always felt a little ashamed in his heart.
As for Bertha at the hospital, Venn will take good care of her, he doesn't need to worry too much.
Liam saw that Derek didn't say anything, his body was weak, and Liam couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
