Chapter 250
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Her eyes were red, her tone was firm.
Tommy felt very sorry for her, but he couldn't help but throw her a bucket of cold water. 'Mistress, please calm down, Mr. Derek is dead, his ashes are also buried in the city cemetery. In the past half year, you have been there many times, do you still remember?"
Bertha's whole body froze, her face filled with self-doubt.
Tommy restrained his choking. 'Don't torture yourself anymore, Mr. Derek will never come back. Please forgive yourself. You must have looked at it wrong just now."
That's right.
How could someone who had been dead for half a year appear in a bar in S city?
She's gone crazy...
Her clear eyes gradually filled with mist, and she clutched her heart, feeling suffocated and uncomfortable.
Tommy saw her so heartbroken, that he burst into tears too. 'Mistress, you're drunk, let's go. Tyrone and the others have already booked a hotel, let's go back to rest soon."
Joy was broken, Bertha seemed to be discouraged, her whole body was weak, and she lost all strength.
After this incident, she was not in the mood to continue attending the party, so she obeyed Tommy and returned to the hotel.
They had just gone downstairs, just as Liam came out from another elevator, he leisurely walked into the VIP room in the innermost corner.
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Returning to the hotel, as soon as she entered the room, Bertha rushed straight into the bathroom. She turned on the shower head and let the water run at full speed.
The water was hot, but her heart seemed numb, her whole body cold.
She let the shower flow from above her head, trying to awaken her reason little by little.
Her eyes were unbearably bitter, her tears quietly mixed with the hot water and disappeared without a trace.
She told herself inside that Derek was dead, he died because of her, and he could never come back into this life.
At the door of the room, Donald and Tyrone saw that Bertha's state upon returning was very strange.
'When she said she had to go to the party today, her mood was very stable. Why did she return to this state? What happened at the party?"
Tommy sighed. 'Mistress is drunk. She saw a man who looked a lot like Mr. Derek, she remembers painful things from the past."
When the bodyguards heard that, they sighed in unison.
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The next day, when Bertha woke up, she was completely awake.
She cleaned up her bad mood last night and officially headed back to Griselda's house.
The old villa area of Griselda's house is very large, all the mountains on the outskirts of S city were bought by the ancestors of Griselda's house, all villas are surrounded by mountains and water, and the scenery is beautiful in all four seasons, the atmosphere is extremely good.
Bertha's third uncle and fourth uncle both lived on the mountainside. When Bertha drove up, she bypassed the two villas and went straight to Mr. Tabitha at the top of the mountain.
The old butler - Uncle Clark - has been waiting at the door of the villa for a long time.
Seeing Bertha's car stop, he ran forward and opened the door himself to help Bertha.
'Miss, you're back, boss missed you so much, boss is in the study room waiting for you."
'Okay, Uncle Clark. You've worked hard."
Uncle Clark was surprised and turned his head to look at Bertha's group of bodyguards, all of whom were carrying nothing. 'Mistress, why don't you bring your luggage?"
Bertha's expression was calm. 'I just returned to visit my father, I don't plan to stay here."
The old villa area of Griselda's house had too many people bothering her. She was afraid that if she stayed here, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
She walked straight into the hall. As soon as she reached the door, she heard the footsteps of high heels coming down the stairs.
Mrs. Jennifer wore a limited edition yellow dress, her makeup was delicate, and her every step was graceful and elegant. A pair of eyes happened to meet Bertha's gaze.
She wasn't even over thirty years old so her skin was extremely well taken care of, both of them looked like sisters.
Bertha just glanced indifferently at Mrs. Jennifer, and then she withdrew her gaze and walked upstairs.
Mrs. Jennifer frowned, she was a little unhappy getting in her way.
'You haven't been back for many years, so you don't know the rules more and more. You see me but you don't say hello?"
Bertha was not provoked by her, the corner of her mouth curled up in sarcasm.
'Living in the villa for so long, do you think you are the owner here? You don't deserve to be my elder. If you want me to respect you, can you handle it?"
Mrs. Jennifer glared at Bertha fiercely, gritting her teeth. 'Why can't I stand it? I'm your stepmother."
Bertha clicked her tongue twice, her red lips cold and arrogant.
'You are only five years older than me, don't you feel strange and disgusting?"
She leaned close to Mrs. Jennifer's ear and whispered. 'Appreciate your rich and noble life now. Anyway, in the future, the property of Griselda's house will be inherited by me. By then you will leave this house."
"You…"
Mrs. Jennifer was very angry.
They haven't seen each other for many years, she is still as arrogant and arrogant as ever, and she has no respect for Mrs. Jennifer.
She wished she could rip Bertha's mouth open right then and there.
But when thinking back, Mrs. Jennifer is not angry anymore.
She smiled proudly. 'There's this, I have to congratulate you. Last night, Mr. Miller came here, and the boss also agreed to their marriage proposal. You are about to get married again."
Mr. Miller is Shane's grandfather.
"What did you say?"
Bertha's face changed slightly. 'My father wants me to get married again? Why can he decide on his own but not ask my opinion?
Mrs. Jennifer lifted her chin. 'Go ask him yourself."
