Chapter 297
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Bertha sat leisurely by the bed, calmly playing with the ruler he brought.
'Okay, Shane, do you want to take this opportunity to fight me? Have you forgotten what you promised me yesterday in front of Griselda's house?"
Shane didn't know what to say.
Last night Bertha said she would re-debit and in a few days she would retaliate.
He was really busy so he forgot about it.
Seeing him like that, Bertha also guessed that he had forgotten that but it didn't matter, later she could help him engrave it in his memory.
She measured the thickness of the dahlia, it was thicker than her pinky finger.
Shane is also cruel.
This ironwood ruler is much stronger than the wooden ruler she taught Rose before.
If he gives it to her, if she fails to fulfill his wish, she will feel guilty.
'Tonight, Angel company originally encountered a very difficult situation. I have no intention of disposing of you. But you came to the door yourself."
She lowered her eyes and imitated his tone from before, speaking in a low voice. 'Put your hand out, I'll teach you the rules."
Shane struggled internally, he didn't move.
'Hmm?"
Bertha gave him a threatening look. 'You are a tall man, do you take promises like a breeze?"
Shane was speechless, his throat moved.
In his confusion, he slowly brought his left hand out in front of her, spreading his palm wide.
Bertha refused to lose to him, she used only half of her strength and smashed the ruler into his palm.
A sound rang out.
He didn't move, he didn't even frown.
Bertha asked gently. "Are you in pain?"
Shane felt a bit serious, and he answered honestly. "Well okay."
Before, he always touched guns all year round, so even though he lived in luxury all these years in the city X and his wounds had healed, the skin on his palms was still very rough.
When this ruler hit, his palm was only stained with two red marks the size of a finger.
Although the injury was not serious, it was very painful, but it was within the range he could bear.
Bertha was not satisfied with his answer.
Okay, it means normal, it means he's not in any pain.
Looks like she hit too lightly.
She grabbed his fingertips to prevent him from unconsciously shrinking back, she raised her right hand high, and the ruler brought with it the whistling sound of the wind, hitting three times in a row.
This time, she was not gentle, combined with her basic martial arts skills, she used all her strength to strike down on her palm.
Shane hissed, drawing in a cold breath, his jaw tensing, his arms shaking uncontrollably.
The wide palm quickly swelled and bled, with red and purple marks visible.
His palm is as big as it is, but the area is not as big as his back. Almost every time she hit him, the wounds piled up in the same place. Shane hates this kind of pain.
Because his palms were weak, he was in deep pain.
He couldn't resist this wave of power, he was hit on the hand by Bertha, and he was indeed both hurt and depressed.
He shouldn't listen to stupid words from Liam.
This also conveniently provides Bertha with a new idea, giving her a good reason to hit him.
Bertha saw the pain in his eyes, she opened her mouth to ask about the old problem.
"Are you in pain?"
Shane understood, exhaling a frustrated sound through his teeth. "That's hurt..."
Bertha looked at the wound on his palm, all swollen.
She put down the ruler, she used her hand to gently help him rub the painful area, she rubbed and gently educated him.
"If you know pain, then if it hits me, I will probably hurt even more, so why do you bully me with this toy?"
Shane is very unjust. 'I don't, I just want to scare you, how can I hit you."
But Bertha was ready to hit him with this ruler.
She doesn't just hit, she hits hard.
After hitting him, she rubbed him again, the act of hitting him a few painful times and then gently soothing him like this, making him feel that even if he was angry, it was useless.
He became even more upset, his eyes were a little red.
Bertha said sternly. "So, that's also impossible. Did I take it out to scare you? If my heart is weak and you suddenly rush in and scold me fiercely, threatening me and causing me to faint, what should you do? Furthermore, isn't a wife meant to be loved and pampered?"
Shane didn't say a word, she continued. "A man has the ability, he doesn't use it to teach bad people out there but he teaches his woman, men like that are the most useless people. Shane, do you want to be a man like that?"
Shane was completely brainwashed by her morality, he forgot that from beginning to end he never thought about hitting her.
Bertha's eyes emitted a cold light. "Are you wrong?"
"Yes."
"So do you deserve to be beaten by me tonight?"
"Yes."
Bertha grabbed his fingertip again, held the ruler next to her, and hit him twice in a row, her hitting power did not decrease.
Shane pursed his thin lips tightly, he watched the ruler brutally hit his hand, to the point that his palm turned white, it quickly swelled again, stained with darker red and purple stains.
Bertha put down the ruler. Then she stood up and went out to the living room. Very quickly, she took the anti-swelling ointment from the medicine cabinet and returned to the bedroom.
Bertha applied ointment to the swollen wound in his palm.
Shane hissed softly. "Painful…"
Bertha frowned, her little face fierce. "You should try to endure it. Because this is your fault."
Even though she said so, she still carefully blew a few cold breaths into his bruised palms.
Even though she was helping him apply the medicine, she was still a little confused. "Why did you suddenly do this tonight? Who instructed you to do this?"
Shane thought for a moment, Mr. Tabitha is an adult, he is also Bertha's beloved father, and he cannot blame Mr. Tabitha. So, it can only be…
"That was Liam's stupid idea."
