Chapter 276
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Bertha laughed, glaring. 'Okay, Shane, you let me pretend to be the bad guy, and you take on the role of the good guy?"
'No, you protecting me makes me happy."
Only then did Bertha let go, her thumb gently caressing his face.
Shane contentedly enjoyed her love.
Remembering Anselm's incident, he immediately turned serious. 'Bertha, I'll take you back to Griselda's house first tonight, you don't have to come to my house."
'Why can't I come to your house?"
Bertha's tone was calm. 'I am your fiancee, everyone knows this. Besides, what happened last night was indeed my doing, I had no reason not to be there. Although Miller's house can't do anything to me, I want to watch the excitement for a while."
Shane pinched her nose. 'Okay, if you want to go, then let's go together."
After the infusion, Bertha helped him change into a shirt, and then a suit.
The traces of hickeys all over his body were truly dazzling, especially on his neck, that place couldn't be hidden, it looked as if he was bullied by her.
Bertha felt a bit regretful.
If she knows that, she should restrain herself a little and then be a little gentler.
She found a scarf and put it on Shane.
Shane doesn't understand. 'Bertha, it's almost summer, why are you wrapping me in a wool scarf?"
'You just had surgery, you should have rested for a few days, but because Anselm caused trouble, you had to go home and rest. Therefore, you must wrap yourself in a scarf, so you don't catch a cold."
"Alright."
Shane surrendered, he let her wrap him in a scarf, put on leather gloves, and wrap it until it was tight.
The two of them clasped their fingers together and walked to Miller's house.
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In the lobby, everyone was sitting neatly in each position. Mr. Benedict - Anselm's father, Mr. Cyrus - Norabel's father is here. In addition to Shane's aunt, Mrs. Avery, and Anselm were not present, and the rest of the Miller family was present.
Because Shane hadn't arrived yet, everyone didn't talk.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Mr. Miller's face darkened, he just drank his tea and didn't say a word.
With a calm appearance, Shane and Bertha held hands and went inside.
He just entered, besides Mr. Miller, everyone stood up, and spoke. "Mr. Shane."
Shane nodded, and those people all sat down.
"Grandfather."
'Hello, Grandpa."
The couple walked in front of Mr. Miller, they bowed at the same time.
Bertha's voice is very sweet. After hearing that greeting, Mr. Miller is very comfortable.
Especially when he saw the two of them walking hand in hand, Mr. Miller couldn't help but glance at his nephew.
This kid... the other day they loudly broke off the engagement, today he won her over.
He is the nephew with whom Mr. Miller was most pleased.
'Good kid, I'm fine. Please sit."
The two of them sat on the wooden chair, Shane began to ask questions in a low voice. 'Second uncle, why did you call me back so quickly? What's the big deal?"
Mr. Benedict stood up, first bowing slightly to Mr. Miller, then he began to speak.
'Late last night, someone avoided the camera, they climbed the wall into Anselm's villa, knocked the security guard unconscious, and beat Anselm, the other person's tricks were very cruel. If a bodyguard hadn't woken up first and saved the bleeding Anselm, Anselm would be dead now."
He finished speaking and looked fiercely at Bertha, who had an expression like this had nothing to do with her.
After Shane heard it, his face had no expression. 'Where is my cousin?"
'Up to now, he is still in a coma, but last night when the security guard saved him, he was still unconscious. Anselm said the person who hit him was Miss. Bertha, Shane's fiancee, and Shane's subordinate, Liam."
Mr. Benedict's expression was filled with pain, he tried to shed two tears and looked at Mr. Miller. 'Father, I came here today to demand justice. Could it be that Shane is the head of Miller's house, he can do whatever he wants, harm his loved ones at will?"
Shane's expression was cold and arrogant but also filled with fatigue.
He was about to stand up to talk when his face suddenly turned pale, he tried to endure the pain, instinctively using his hand to hide the injured chest.
Bertha asked worriedly. "How are you?"
With that pure face, he looked at her seriously and took a deep breath. 'The mouth of the wound… is already stretched."
Last night when they made love, he didn't feel any pain but now he does.
Bertha knew in her heart that he had another purpose, her eyes were full of gentleness. 'You just finished surgery, your body is still very weak. You say less, let me speak."
Mr. Benedict was very dissatisfied. 'Miss. Bertha, you are not a member of Miller's house, you should not attend to our affairs. That's not appropriate."
Bertha paid him no attention, she stood up and turned to face Mr. Miller, her voice was soft.
"Mr. Miller, I am Shane's fiancee, of course, I am also a member of Miller's house. Shane is seriously injured, he shouldn't be talking. It's true that what happened last night, I attended, so, can I speak up for him?"
Mr. Miller felt very happy when he heard those words.
'Of course, you can, just rest assured, be brave and said. With me and Shane here, no one dares to bully you."
"Thank you."
