Chapter 212
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She is too cunning.
He lost his temper and opened his mouth to ask. 'How many options do I have?"
"I will think."
Bertha stood on the edge of the bed, she clasped her hands together, raising her eyebrows. 'Currently the medicine in your body is gone, so your physical health is very good. You kneel all night in the flower garden or let Donald hit you on the back two hundred times, you choose."
Derek swallowed.
Not only was his whole body cold, but his heart was also cold.
She was truly cruel to him.
Bertha smiled cunningly. 'Have you thought carefully?"
Derek bit his lips tightly, thinking silently for a long time, he asked softly. 'Is there a third option? I choose the third type."
"Yes of course."
Bertha laughed evilly. 'That means you have to kneel all night and get hit two hundred times on your back. The two parts combined, you know how to choose."
He sucked in a breath, his back heaving, his heart pounding painfully.
Bertha looked at his reaction, she tried to control her smile, and she stood up and untied him. 'Let's go, let's go to the flower garden."
Derek moved his hand to the side, not letting her untie her, he asked in a low voice. 'Bertha, my wound hasn't healed yet, can you reduce the punishment?"
'Reducing the penalty? So he's asking for forgiveness?'
Bertha opened her mouth and smiled softly. 'At first, he was tough when he accepted the punishment, but now he's scared. I even think he's not afraid of pain.'
She said nothing, unfastening the belt from his wrists.
Derek wanted to dodge, but as she held him back, he could only sulk, burying his face in the blanket.
'It seems she doesn't agree to reduce the punishment...' Derek thought to himself.
Just now he used all his strength to endure the pain while removing the rotten flesh, now he had no strength left.
If Donald hits him two hundred times on the back, he will faint.
If he fainted, Bertha would feel that something was wrong, and she would take this opportunity to check his injuries. His injury had lasted three days. Unlike the acid wound, based on Bertha's intelligence, she was not easily fooled.
While he was thinking, Bertha unfastened his belt for him.
She stood on the edge of the bed, tilted her head to look at his reaction, she curled her lips evilly. "Let's go."
Derek didn't move.
Bertha didn't expect him to budge either. She turned around and prepared to close the window.
Derek thought she wanted to leave the room, he grabbed her wrist, he spoke the truth softly. 'Bertha, although my physical condition has recovered, the wound on my back still hurts, I don't have the strength…" The punishment was too heavy, he couldn't bear it.
He took a deep breath and continued. 'If you can't reduce the punishment, then you wait for my wound to heal, then you can beat me."
At first, Bertha just wanted to tease him, she had no intention of punishing him.
The wound on his back was still bleeding, because of her he was injured. Even though she gave him the antidote for drug 023, she was not unreasonable or cruel to the patient.
She sat by Derek's bed, questioning him seriously.
'Tell me the truth, why have you been in such poor condition these past two days? Drug 023 only increases the level of damage perception, it does not have a major effect on your body, what are you hiding from me?"
Derek thought for a moment, and slowly sat up, he slightly lowered his eyes, but did not look at her.
'The day I had an acid attack, I had a cold, and then I had to clean the villa all day, which led to these two days, I have no strength left, and I won't lie to you."
Bertha reasoned a bit, she found what he said made sense.
At his weakest moment, Derek was attacked by acid again. After using the antidote, his physical strength recovered quite a bit.
'For now, I trust you once, I will remember this debt, if you dare to deceive me again next time, I will punish you double."
Derek bowed his head low, softly saying "Yes".
He only has seven days left, maybe…
There is no next time.
Bertha didn't know what was going on in his mind. She stood up, went to the window, closed it, and spoke. 'For the past two days, I need to handle some work, you obediently stay in the house, you are not allowed to go out the door."
"Okay."
'You should rest."
Bertha left his sight, she turned around and left his room, closed the door, and went downstairs to the living room.
Tommy's group of people who were placed on the sofa woke up, it's just that the amount of anesthetic was too much so they were still a bit dizzy.
Bertha walked to face them, looked at the state of the three of them once, and then chose Tyrone, who seemed the most alert, she asked. 'Tyrone, before you fainted, who did you see?"
Tyrone remembered seriously. 'It's Liam."
'It's true Liam, it seems Derek wasn't lying.'
However, she noticed Tyrone's way of talking. 'It seems like you guys have become Derek's subordinates lately, your relationship is very good."
'Mistress, I… we…"
Tyrone was scared, but he didn't know how to explain it.
Bertha was cold, she had no intention of listening to his lies.
'Even though you were my bodyguard, you let an outsider in and you weren't even on guard and were drugged by someone else. It's embarrassing. I deducted two months' salary and your year-end bonus. If there is a next time, you don't have to work for me anymore."
The three of them woke up, crying without tears.
