Chapter 235
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"He thinks doing this will make me cry? Does he think I'll give him another chance? Dream on."
"This is ashes, right? Then I'll break it, see if he's still pretending?"
The corners of her eyes were red, her expression still cold, she held the bottle up high as if she was about to let go and let it fall to the ground.
"Do not."
Liam, Aran, and Jason cried out in unison, they knelt at the same time.
"He's dead. Whether you believe it or not, he'll never come back again. He initially had injuries on his body. When he got there last night, he was already ready to leave. He died for you."
Bertha looked down at them in horror.
These people are all close friends with Derek, they are all honest, strong men.
But they kneel at her feet just because of a jar of ashes?
Her reason once again regained consciousness, she bent down to look at the blue bottle in her hand, her hands shaking.
Bertha returned the jar of ashes to Liam. She bit her lip, shook her head, and smiled.
"I don't believe it, you tell Derek to talk to me."
"Miss. Bertha..."
"Get out."
Bertha laughed, laughed madly, she took a step back, and heavily closed the door, separating herself from all the people outside.
She took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions and keep some reason for herself.
As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she saw the note she had just taken down.
She picked it up and seriously read the words written on it again.
Remember that day, when he held her in his arms, he hugged her very tightly, at that time she didn't pay attention, now thinking back, it seemed like she saw his eyes blush...
He knew this day would come, so before she left City X, he tried to prepare for the last meeting, right?
But...
Without seeing his body with her own eyes, she did not believe it.
Archie is not at the villa, because Liam and the others went to cremate Derek, he will return later.
When Bertha called him into the room, he still couldn't hide the sadness on his face.
Bertha sat blankly on the sofa, she didn't seem to be in pain, she didn't shed tears, and she was very indifferent.
Waiting for Archie to walk in front of her, she suddenly stood up and brutally slapped him in the face.
Archie was suddenly hit, unable to take precautions, he staggered back a step, the corner of his lip bleeding.
He didn't dare wipe it, he could only purse his lips and swallow it, the strong taste of blood quickly rose in his mouth, but he still stood strictly as before, suffering Bertha's anger.
"If doing so can make you feel comfortable, then you can just beat me to death, I made Mr. Derek die, I feel I am extremely ashamed. Maybe I will die in your hands, maybe I will feel better."
Bertha looked at him and saw him crying so painfully, that she took her hand back, she sat down on the chair.
"In the end what happened?"
"The other side sent me to monitor you, but I didn't agree. They didn't let me go. Three days ago, they reminded me one last time, telling me to lure you to an abandoned warehouse in the north. Mr. Derek knew this, he told me not to tell you, and he would go to the appointment on your behalf."
The more he talked, the harder he cried. "I didn't expect... this time he left and couldn't come back again, Mistress... I'm sorry."
"He... before this happened, did he have anything he wanted to say to me?"
Archie thought for a moment then replied. "Do not have."
Bertha bit her lip tightly, her eyes lowered slightly, and a dazed expression flashed across her face.
Archie saw her look like that, he was very heartbroken. "It's all my fault. Mistress, you keep hitting me. Don't tolerate it like that, just take your anger out on me."
"Go out."
"Mistress..."
"Get out."
Archie knew he couldn't persuade her, so he just went out to let her have some quiet space alone.
The window in the living room was open, and the cold wind blew into the room, making Bertha's face seem colder.
She stared at the note placed on the tea table. Her mind suddenly remembered Derek's handsome face, both a bit unfair and a bit weak.
It's clear that before, he was always cold and indifferent.
But now, every time she thinks of him, she immediately thinks of his pitiful appearance. She can't remember what he looked like before.
Thinking of this, Bertha quickly ran to the third floor, opened the closet, and took Derek's suitcase.
"Where are our photos taken together? Where are our wedding photos? They're all here?"
She rummaged through her belongings, and in the end, what she found in the suitcase was just a wedding photo. In the photo, she is the only one left smiling brightly like a flower.
The remaining half of Derek's photo was firmly cut in half by her since she intended to take revenge on Tibble's family.
Her knuckles turned white, her hands trembled as she opened the phone, searching for something for a long time.
Bertha discovered that on her phone there wasn't even a photo of the man she had been married to for three years and loved deeply for six years...
The only thing left is a recording.
She opened it.
A deep voice rang out. "I - Derek - agree that after completing one year of becoming a maid, I will disappear from your world forever."
Bertha sat leaning against the bed, she just let her body drift down, her eyes suddenly sparkling with tears.
It's been less than a year and he's already gone.
In the end, she couldn't even tell him goodbye.
The night passed so long.
Bertha lay awake all night, her eyes staring blankly out the window. She didn't sleep all night, and her eyes were a bit red and swollen.
There was a knock on the door.
