Chapter 251
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Mrs. Jennifer looked at Bertha's hurried figure, feeling extremely refreshed in her heart.
She heard that the grandson of Miller's house has a violent and cruel personality. Previously his grandfather forced several women into bed with him but no one could get up and leave, they were all beaten. They were carried out, with wounds still on their bodies, guessing that he had a hobby of abusing women.
Furthermore, Mrs. Jennifer also heard that he was injured on the frontier battlefield, so his face was destroyed, and he looked extremely ugly.
Mrs. Jennifer covered her mouth, smiling silently.
If Bertha married that kind of man, she would feel very pleased.
She was extremely happy and went to the kitchen to see if breakfast was prepared.
Bertha walked down the aisle, the more she thought, the angrier she became, pushing open the study door.
Before she could ask a word, she saw Mr. Tabitha with a white beard, his face full of austerity was sitting in a wheelchair. When he saw her enter, he was happy and shed tears.
'Daughter, come here quickly so I can see if you are okay?"
Bertha entered the room with a complicated mood, she slowly squatted down next to his wheelchair.
'What's wrong with your leg? I remember that before I left, your body was very good."
Mr. Tabitha smiled lightly. 'I'm old, so it's normal for me to get sick, it's just that I miss you every day. If you come back this time, please live at Griselda's house with me, okay?"
Bertha is heartbroken, she helps him rub his leg and compromises. 'Okay, I can return here to live, but I can't guarantee that I will stay here often. You know, I'm not compatible with that woman."
'She is your stepmother."
'She is not. If you talk about this issue again, I will be angry."
'Okay, I won't mention it anymore." Mr. Tabitha looked at her fondly, his wide but wrinkled hands gently caressing her small face.
Mr. Tabitha asked her a lot of questions about whether she was eating well, how she was sleeping, and whether she was being bullied.
The two of them chatted very harmoniously.
Suddenly, Bertha remembered what Mrs. Jennifer just said.
'Dad, that woman said you helped me get engaged, is it true?"
If she already knew, Mr. Tabitha also didn't hide it anymore. 'That's right, last night Mr. Miller opened the door, so I agreed. He is his family's nephew - Shane Miller, a very nice guy, I like him too..."
Mr. Tabitha praised that man, but Bertha did not want to hear it.
In her mind, there were only the words "Shane Miller, grandson of Miller's house."
Shane, it's Shane again.
She had heard this name many times recently.
Why does this man's name always haunt her ears?
It was uncomfortable.
'Whatever era is it now, everyone respects their children's freedom to marry, how could you not ask my opinion and agree?"
Bertha suddenly stood up, she was extremely angry.
Mr. Tabitha was speechless. He weakly wanted to pull her arm back, but she was aggressive and avoided.
He took his hand back, he stroked his beard, and his confidence had completely decreased.
'Niece... I've already agreed anyway, or should we wait until you meet Shane to decide? He's really good, five years older than you, and knows how to love everyone. I'm sure you'll like him."
'He's five years older than me? Impossible. Too old. I don't like."
Bertha stubbornly refused to listen to her father's advice.
Right now she has no intention of starting love again, let alone getting engaged and getting married, she doesn't even think about this issue.
'He's only twenty-eight years old. Isn't your ex-husband five years older than you?"
Bertha choked. 'This is not the same. This matter is non-negotiable, you quickly cancel the engagement."
Mr. Tabitha's voice became even more hoarse. 'The engagement cannot be annulled... I agreed yesterday. I promised Mr. Miller, three days later at the cleansing party, I will announce your engagement."
Bertha took a deep breath, she suppressed her anger.
'I don't care, if you can't break off the engagement, I'll break it off myself."
She angrily slammed the door and left.
Mr. Tabitha looked at her angry back and shook his head helplessly.
Her personality is becoming more and more like her biological mother's, he must find a man who can control her hot temper.
Bertha walked out of the study and straight into the flower garden.
Tommy and several bodyguards were waiting at the door.
She was angry, but after all, her father was sick and couldn't walk. Since she was back, she should be by his side, right?
So she called a few bodyguards back to the hotel to pack her luggage, and she planned to temporarily move to the villa.
She stood at the door pondering for a moment how to resolve the issue of the engagement.
Thinking for a long time, her eyes saw Uncle Clark standing next to her.
Bertha called him back. 'Uncle Clark, do you know where Miller's house is?"
'I know, who do you want to find, Mistress?"
Bertha's entire body was filled with murderous intent. 'Shane Miller."
Uncle Clark saw that her face didn't look good, so he didn't dare to delay, so he quickly wrote her the address.
Bertha followed the address to find it.
Harold, the old butler of Miller's house, learns of Bertha and Shane's engagement, and he is delighted to welcome her into the house.
This was Bertha's first time visiting Miller's house.
The land of Miller's house is also very large, but unlike Griselda's house located in the mountains, like they bought in the plains, all the villas and houses are uniformly decorated in a nostalgic style.
Water house in a bamboo forest, small rockery.
The temperament of educated lineage, formality, and style all indicate that Miller's house is a large family with traditional ideas.
Bertha felt as if she had entered a rich ancient house, it had a different flavor.
She followed Harold, turning through many hallways and finally arriving at the door of Shane's private villa.
After Harold led her there, he left immediately.
