Chapter 238
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Bertha was very angry, she started to want to hit him to vent her anger, so she continued reading.
"Bertha. By the time you read this letter, I may have left you forever. This is the last thing I voluntarily do for you. You don't need to feel guilty and don't blame yourself. Do you know if you cried when you heard the news of my death? I hope you will cry, I'm also afraid you will cry because I don't want to make you sad Griselda's house is cheerful and innocent."
Just reading this, Bertha couldn't help but cry.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and calmly continued reading.
"The thing that makes me regret the most is that when you entered Tibble's family, I didn't appreciate you. Until I realized I loved you, you didn't love me anymore. It's okay, even if you only think of me as a toy or a maid, just seeing you at the villa every day makes me feel satisfied.
After I discovered I loved you, I became an insecure, scared person. You just unintentionally smiled at me, I felt refreshed and happy all day. When you compliment me, I'm so happy that I can't sleep. Reading this, you must be very happy, right?
The man who used to be confident, cold, and arrogant back then, now loves you deeply, his mind is always filled with your image. I'm like an idiot who keeps expecting every bit of love from you, which is both cowardly and ridiculous. Yes, I'm afraid of losing you, I don't dare ask for love from you, I can only secretly hope and wait that one day, in your heart there will be a place for me, even if just a little.
I know, I hurt you badly before, I don't deserve your forgiveness. There is a saying that you are right, I am an extremely evil man. I want you to forget me, in the future, you will find a good man who loves you, gives in, and protects you, but at the same time, I also want you to remember me forever.
I thought about these two things for a long time, I felt both painful and conflicted. In the end, I decided to use my life to make you never forget me for the rest of your life. In the future, you must eat well, don't skip meals, drink some tea and coffee, don't work too hard, remember to wear warm clothes when it's cold... Goodbye... mine."
The last two words seemed to be blurred by tears, she could only vaguely see that they were the words "true love".
Bertha knew Derek's handwriting well. He had always written neatly and in straight lines.
But, the handwriting in this letter has many crooked places, the handwriting is scribbled, and even the writing is blurred by tears.
What was he thinking when he wrote this letter?
He wrote but his hands kept shaking, he couldn't even hold the pen firmly.
He must be heartbroken and miserable, right?
Bertha cried so much that her heart felt like someone was strangling her. She slid from the chair to the ground, clutching her left chest in pain, as if she couldn't bear this feeling of pain and despair anymore.
Why does she love him?
Bertha still remembers the first time she saw Derek smile. To her, that smile was like the rising sun in the cold winter weather, shining into her heart, making her gradually fall in love with this man's warmth.
Bertha shook her head helplessly. Indeed, the two of them had started at the wrong time.
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, blurring the words in the letter.
She wiped her tears with her hand, her eyes stopped at the words "You can't forget me in this life."
"Derek. You're an asshole."
He succeeded.
For the rest of her life, she will never forget him.
He's an idiot.
He disregarded his weak body after taking the drug and jumped off the bridge to save her. He did not hesitate and endured the body-corroding drug for her while at the Color bar.
This time, to deal with the group of assassins dressed in black for her, he lost his life.
He saved her time and time again.
He had paid off that debt a long time ago.
She indeed owes him.
He's gone, what she still owes him, she will find a way to repay with her whole life...
Her tears silently flowed down, the remaining bit of reason in her was now burned by the letter.
Her heart hurts, it hurts a lot.
The pain was so great that her tears kept falling, and her limbs, bones, and whole body trembled.
In the end, Bertha no longer had the strength to control herself, so she helplessly fell to the ground.
The floor was as cold as ice, but it seemed like she couldn't feel it. Her heart right now had nothing left other than extreme pain.
And in a blur of tears, she suddenly saw something red under the bed.
That red color is very dazzling.
Does he keep anything under the bed?
Bertha wiped away her tears, she slowly took a deep breath, and then she approached the edge of the bed and took it out.
It was a bloody shirt. Bertha brought it up to her nose to smell it, and immediately the smell of blood rushed straight to her nose.
The blood stain has completely dried, but it looks very new, probably just recently...
Since when did this happen?
The blood stains on his shirt made her eyes sting.
She frowned, with so much blood, it was not just because of the wound on Derek's back.
Why was he so seriously injured?
Bertha carefully thought back to what had happened before. It seems that on the day she took Calista back to the beach villa, he admitted he was injured but he only talked superficially to get through it.
