Chapter 272
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There was a strange, gloomy aura floating around, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Bertha saw him so scared, she smiled coldly. 'There was only one knife but you were so scared. Even a weak person like you dares to fight my Mr. Shane?"
Anselm seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, the fear on his face decreased a lot.
Because he knew in his heart, that Bertha couldn't kill him in Miller's house.
Seeing him silent, Bertha also guessed what he was thinking. 'That's right, I won't kill you, I quite like torture, I like slow brutality, so I came here today just to make some profit."
'Because of you, Shane is currently lying on the operating table. What are you relying on to sleep so comfortably on the bed? I want you to wake up and feel the torture ten times more painful than him."
Her eyes were cruel, the tip of the knife slowly entered Anselm's chest, but she was very restrained in not piercing his heart.
Fresh blood immediately gushed out, staining Anselm's white swimsuit red on his chest. He was in so much pain that his face turned pale.
'Don't worry, this small injury won't take your life away immediately."
Bertha pulled back the knife, then took out a packet of powder, which she opened and showed to Anselm.
'This is itching powder, I will sprinkle it all over your body. When you itch to the point of being unbearable, your body will convulse violently, blood all over your body will flow faster, and blood at the wound mouth. It also flows continuously. I just don't know if you bleed all night long, will you die from too much blood loss? Let's try it?"
Her tone was extremely innocent, but she said extremely cruel words.
Anselm looked at the powder packet in her hand in panic. He shook his head continuously, muttering something.
Bertha's expression was cold, she didn't say much to him, she started to apply the itching powder from his neck, ruthlessly smearing it all over his body.
There were a few places that needed to be applied, but she couldn't do it so she called Liam over.
Liam knew she wanted to apply the medicine between Anselm's legs from start to finish. He was so scared that his whole body shrank. Liam worships her.
This action is truly harmful and cruel enough.
If Anselm cannot endure it, he will wither away in the next life.
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In the hospital.
Shane underwent surgery for several hours, and the doctors finally removed the bullet from his chest. Fortunately, the bullet's position was two inches off, not hitting his heart.
But still, due to too much blood loss, his body was very weak, and he needed to rest well, so he was transferred to a regular hospital room.
'Bertha…"
He woke up vaguely after being injected with anesthesia, his voice was hoarse and weak, and his eyes unconsciously looked around.
There was no one in the white hospital room.
There was no Bertha, the person he missed so much, nor even anyone else, there was only him lying in the hospital bed.
The cold scent of loneliness wafted in the air.
It was clear that the anesthetic wasn't completely gone yet, but he felt his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
Bertha said she would wait for him, she also said she would listen to his explanation.
She won't trick him.
His mind was spinning, he didn't care about the bandage that was just wrapped around his chest, he sat up directly, and got off the bed, his legs were weak, and he could only cling to the wall, little by little, he reached the door of the hospital room.
Outside in the hallway, extremely quiet.
Besides him, there was no one, only the cold wind that occasionally blew on his pale face, causing him a lot of pain.
His eyes were red, his chest was extremely uncomfortable, and strong pain gripped him.
His chest hurt intensely, a hundred times more painful than when the bullet pierced it.
'Bertha…"
Where are you?
You still haven't forgiven me?
He wanted to find Bertha, but because he had used all his strength to walk out of the hospital room, his body was weak and limp, so he could only try to lean against the door.
Not seeing Bertha's silhouette, made him try to retain the last bit of consciousness.
A nurse on duty passed by and saw him. She panicked and rushed over to help him. 'Oh my god, Mr. Shane, why are you out of bed? You just finished surgery, you can't catch a cold, please go inside."
Shane avoided her hand, not letting her touch him, he asked weakly. 'Where is Bertha?"
'Miss. Bertha left a long time ago, it's still very early, she won't come here, Mr. Shane, your health is more important, please go inside."
Shane was so upset that he couldn't breathe.
She's gone.
As expected, she didn't forgive him or want to hear his explanation...
A bitter taste appeared in his throat, his painful cough echoed in the quiet hallway.
The nurse was worried. "Mr. Shane…"
"Get out."
He coldly glared at her. Even though he was sick, his eyes were very fierce.
The nurse was scared, didn't dare say anything more, she weakly ran away.
The hallway was deserted and he was alone. His whole body was weak. He couldn't stand up. He could only lean against the door and slowly sit on the ground. He curled up and sat helplessly at the door.
Bertha.
I don't believe you can be so cruel, I'm not going anywhere.
