Chapter 268
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Shane frowned slightly, he restrained his arms from shaking.
He silently took a deep breath, his dark eyes revealed a smile. 'It doesn't hurt."
He lied.
She didn't use too much force, the wound only swelled, but after hitting him twice, his shirt was torn, and the whip marks on his skin left two scary blood stains, dark red blood stains on his shirt. The white shirt in his hand was very dazzling.
Bertha realized something was wrong, she lowered her head to observe the stick in her hand.
The stick was very rough and had many scratches, so his hand was bleeding.
Her eyes hurt when she looked at the red blood stains.
But that only happened for a moment because after that her mind was occupied by anger, the anger almost burned her entire reason.
To perform this act, he is willing to put in a lot of effort.
She used the stick to gently lift his chin and then she curled her mouth and smiled mockingly.
'You used the old plan again. Shane, you're great. Does it feel good to play with me in the palm of your hand?"
Shane became even more upset. 'I don't mean to joke with you. I lied to you, hurt you, I was wrong, I accepted the punishment but waited for you to finish the punishment, no longer angry, can you listen to my explanation?"
Bertha narrowed her eyes and spoke cruelly. 'Okay, then wait until I finish fighting. If by then, you still have the energy to continue talking, we will continue talking."
Shane closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and waited obediently.
Bertha raised her stick again, but her hand holding it was shaking.
A long while later there was no sound.
Because she knew the power of the stick, no matter what, she couldn't hit it a third time.
She lost.
When she learned that Shane had acted to deceive her, making her feel guilty for half a year, she was really angry and just wanted to beat him to death. Even in her anger, she wanted to reduce him to ashes.
But even though she was so angry, she wanted to hit him, but she couldn't. She was so heartbroken, that she absolutely couldn't bear to cause him serious injury.
That she lost to Shane's plan.
Suddenly she saw she had failed.
The feeling of being toyed with by Shane is very uncomfortable. That made her hit the floor as if to vent her anger.
A loud noise rang out, making Liam and Tommy standing far away from the villa feel shaken.
After hitting the ground, Bertha threw the stick. She didn't look at Shane, who was kneeling on the floor, she opened the door, then she walked away as fast as she could, without saying a word to him.
She had just come out of the villa. Liam didn't expect Bertha to do it so quickly. He was still holding the hemostatic ointment and gauze in his hand.
By the time he remembered he had to hide in the back, it was too late. He was seen very clearly by Bertha.
Bertha smiled sarcastically. 'Everything is prepared properly. You're not developing your talent when you use these tricks on me."
Liam was so scared that his face turned pale. 'No, this was prepared by me, it has nothing to do with Mr. Shane…"
It was because he just heard the brutal sound in the room. He thought that Shane would have to go on duty soon, so he prepared medicine to help him bandage him immediately.
Bertha's eyes became even colder she didn't believe it.
Liam also realized that what he said was a bit stiff. Moreover, the more he spoke, the worse he became, he began to stutter, trying to arrange his words to explain again. 'Miss. Bertha, this has nothing to do with Mr. Shane, it's me..."
Bertha didn't listen at all, she left Miller's house without looking back.
Waiting for her to leave, Liam sadly slapped him on the mouth and then he hurried into the villa to check on Shane's condition.
Shane had gotten up from the floor and was sitting on the sofa.
Liam quickly stepped forward to check the wound on his body, discovering that there were only two wounds on Shane's left arm. He breathed a sigh of relief, he quickly helped Shane clean the wound.
This stick was too rough, it had sharp spikes that stuck to the wound on Shane's hand. Liam carefully used tweezers to take it out and disinfect the wound on Shane's hand.
Thinking about what had just happened at the door, Liam told him everything without any concealment.
'... Sorry boss, I'm afraid you'll be seriously injured. When you go on a mission, you'll be in danger, but I didn't expect that I would be Missed. Bertha caught it. Once the mission is completed, I will apologize to her."
Shane's eyes became gloomy. 'What you do is what I do. Even if you explain, it's useless. She won't trust me anymore."
Liam saw that Shane was heartbroken, he felt very uncomfortable, and he slapped his face hard.
'I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I deserve to die."
He used all his strength to slap him so hard that after slapping him twice in a row, his face was swollen and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
Shane stops him from continuing to torture himself. 'Okay, I did something wrong. I will find a chance to explain to her myself. You don't need to blame yourself."
For Liam, Shane is a grateful person, a superior, a friend, and also his most important relative.
Even though he occasionally complained to Shane, his heart was always with Shane.
A group of people left Miller's house and left the city that night.
