Chapter 202
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This man is not only arrogant, he is also very familiar with the police department's surveillance equipment. Are there spies in the police department?
Allen was angry, but Bertha laughed.
This man was very similar to the one she met last night in the hallway of the Color Bar.
Furthermore, with this action, he was indeed deliberately provoking her.
She took off this person's mask again.
After leaving the monitoring room, Bertha went straight to the door.
As for Saint's autopsy report, she was no longer interested, and she led Tyrone and Casey away from the police station.
Donald stood outside to welcome her.
Seeing Donald, she suddenly thought of someone still in the hospital. 'Why are you here, how is Derek?"
"Mr. Derek's okay. His injury last night was treated well. It's just a skin wound, I guess it won't be a problem. You can rest assured, Tommy is there to guard him."
He stopped and continued talking. 'That's right, Archie called just now to say that he had returned to the beach villa to wait for you. He has something to report to you."
Bertha said nothing, she sat in the car.
Today Donald drove. 'Miss, should we return to the beach villa or visit Mr. Derek?"
'Let's go to the hospital."
As soon as she finished answering, she considered for a moment, changed her decision, and said. 'Let's return to the villa."
There was Tommy at the hospital, and last night she took a look at Derek's injury, it probably wasn't serious.
Furthermore, she didn't have anything to say when she got there. Derek would cling to her and play pity.
Donald quickly departed and ran towards the seaside villa.
A few minutes after they departed, Bertha struggled a few times in her heart, and again, she corrected her words. 'Let's go to the hospital first."
After all, Derek got hurt protecting her last night. This time, she didn't come to visit him, which seemed unreasonable.
Donald steered the car in the opposite direction.
In the hospital.
Derek is eating porridge but he doesn't feel good. Because he didn't want Tommy to find out, he deliberately ate very slowly.
Tommy didn't push him either, he took the phone and sat at the head of the bed watching the video.
The room door suddenly opened.
Derek instinctively raised his eyes and met the bright, beautiful eyes of a girl.
Bertha's beautiful white face suddenly appeared before him.
He calmly watched her walk towards him, and he suddenly felt like he had just eaten a sweet fruit.
The chicken porridge wasn't even as sweet as the little expression on her face, he even felt like his body no longer hurt.
'Mistress, you are here."
Tommy saw Bertha enter, he respectfully greeted her, quickly brought her a chair, and placed it next to Derek's hospital bed.
The bodyguards voluntarily left and closed the door.
Bertha walked to the chair and sat down. She observed Derek's face and frowned slightly. 'Didn't the bodyguards say you were better, why is your face so poor?"
The corners of Derek's white lips twitched slightly as he spoke calmly. "I'm much better. My face is poor because I'm physically weak now. Tomorrow, my health will be good."
Thinking of the delicate, unopened breakfast on the table, he reached out and took it, his voice pampering.
'Bertha, have you eaten yet? I ordered another breakfast, it was cooked by the chef of the seven-star restaurant Douglas, the taste is not bad, you should try it."
Derek's hand hadn't even touched the table when a pain came from his back, like being stabbed by a knife.
The pain quickly spread to his limbs.
He suppressed the pain, his face expressionless, trying to endure. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his knuckles trembled slightly.
Bertha realized that his condition was not right, she refused, saying. 'No need, I already had breakfast at the police station, I'm not hungry now."
He didn't force her, his expression remained calm, he quietly took back his shaking hand and hid it under the blanket.
Thinking about what happened this morning, Bertha smiled and asked. "This morning I encountered a very strange thing. I haven't been recorded yet and the police have released me. They also said that the National Investigation Bureau has paid bail."
Her beautiful eyes smiled, as she observed Derek's expression.
Derek frowned slightly, he listened seriously, a little surprised. "Really?"
She continued. 'Yes, it's funny that I don't know who the boss of the National Investigation Bureau is, and I also don't understand why the other side wants to help me. Is this time they help me with good intentions or bad intentions? "
Derek's face was calm. 'Perhaps it's because Venn has extensive connections, it's not surprising that he helped you."
Bertha said nothing, her beautiful eyes staring at him.
In the past, when this happened, he would try his best to get her attention.
This time, he suddenly became so calm.
Seeing that she wasn't talking, Derek took the initiative to ask. 'Bertha, last night in the police station, you definitely couldn't rest well, or should you go back to the villa and get some sleep? I'm fine here. I guess I can leave the hospital tomorrow."
Did Derek send her away on purpose?
This is so unusual.
Bertha always felt something was wrong with him today, but seeing his indifferent black eyes and cold, lazy face, she couldn't guess where the problem lay.
'Bertha?"
Derek called out to her gently.
She regained consciousness and said. "Okay, I'm a bit tired. I'll go home first, you should rest."
Derek nodded, the corners of his mouth pale, tight, with no gaps.
Bertha stood up and adjusted her white dress.
Before leaving, she also gave careful instructions. 'If you feel unwell, notify the doctor or tell me, don't be stubborn."
