Chapter 402
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The maid was stunned, seemingly surprised because the reason she asked to clean the house was because she hated her employer.
Bertha finished her instructions, not wanting to stay in the living room anymore, she quickly walked upstairs and knocked hard on Liam's door.
Because there was a maid downstairs, Bertha deliberately raised her voice: 'It's me, do you feel better? The soil incompatibility is very serious, let me see your condition."
The door opened very quickly.
The man's weak voice rang out from inside the room: "Miss, please come in, I just vomited twice."
'How could you be like that, tomorrow I and Lance have to go to the Royal Palace, you are so sick, how can you protect me…"
The voices going back and forth fell silent after closing the door.
The maid withdrew her gaze, she looked upstairs, focusing on cleaning up the living room and the broken porcelain pieces at the door.
Upstairs, Liam was silent, carefully locking the door and turning off the audio monitor hidden under the bed.
Having finished everything, he asked Bertha in a low voice: "Tomorrow you go to the palace, do you have any solution?"
Bertha said "Yes": "Tomorrow I will go first, survey the situation of the Royal Palace, then you..."
The two of them proceeded to assign reasonable tasks for the next day.
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The next day, in S city.
Morning.
A dry cough that tore through the heart and lungs came from the master bedroom.
Even though he drank ginger tea last night, Shane still had a cold.
Venn sat on the edge of the bed applied a fever-reducing patch to him and then scolded him.
'Shane, look how pampered you are, you just got sick, the three young masters of the Griselda family all came to take care of you, you are my house pet, right?"
Venn gritted his teeth, he endured his slightly black eyes after a sleepless night, quietly looking at the man standing at the end of the bed.
Elder Fawn was standing against the wall at the end of the bed, his face was gloomy, strong, and fierce, his whole body emitting a menacing aura.
Dante turned his back on the bed and stood in front of Bertha's old dressing table. Dante had cleaned up all the makeup on the table and placed the scattered medicine box on it.
He was concentrating on mixing medicine, his expression cold and emotionless.
In the room, except for the terrifying anger radiating from Fawn's body, the only thing remaining was Shane's intermittent cough.
Fawn opened her mouth: "Shane, the more I look at you, the more I hate you. If it weren't for Bertha, you would have died in my hands a hundred thousand times."
Shane coughed and then laughed, gently teasing: 'Do you need me to give you the knife? Want to kill me now, do you dare?"
Deliberately provoking, Fawn completely burst into anger. He silently turned and left the room.
Venn thought his brother was so irritated that he left. He reprimanded Shane in a low voice: "Can't you say two fewer sentences? Do you still want to go through your brother-in-law's door later?"
Shane was still coughing and not speaking.
Less than two minutes later, Fawn had left and returned, holding a wooden stick from the living room in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"I can't kill you right now, but it also can't stop me from hitting you to vent my anger."
When Fawn walked in carrying a wooden stick, Dante glanced at the "frightening" weapon in his hand, looking as if he was supporting this action.
Venn next to him was scared and immediately stood up to stop his eldest brother.
'Elder brother, don't do that. Can't hit him. He has a fever and is at his weakest. If you get angry at this time and hit him hard or lightly, what happens when he dies? When Bertha comes back, how should we explain it?"
No matter what situation he finds himself in, using Bertha as a shield will always be effective. In the end, Fawn's reason was pretty much restored.
However, he still raised the wooden stick and had not yet completely lowered it when Shane on the bed suddenly spoke.
"Based on the previous hatred between you and me, there is no use in beating me to vent your anger. If you have the courage, then beat me to death."
Faced with this obvious provocation, the anger in Fawn's chest gradually rose, becoming more intense than ever.
"Okay, I'll grant you your wish. If I don't beat you to death today, I'm not Fawn."
'Big brother, don't fight! Calm! He is a patient, just pretend he has no brain, don't pay attention to what he says."
Venn tried his best to stop him, then he turned his head and glared at Shane: "If you close your mouth, will you die?"
Shane didn't say anything more.
There has always been a competitive and hostile relationship between him and Fawn.
Furthermore, Fawn had previously sent someone to kill him in the mountains, causing him to be seriously injured and return home late. When he returned, Bertha bought his company.
If Bertha wasn't stuck in the middle, he didn't want to make things difficult for Bertha, otherwise he would have fought with Fawn a long time ago.
Taking advantage of the time he was sick, this time Fawn came here to mock him. If Bertha wasn't here, he wouldn't have to be polite to Fawn anymore.
Due to Venn's interference, the comedy in the room soon ended. Fawn didn't fight but threw a few light blows at the person on the bed.
Shane covered his mouth with his fist, his whole body coughed non-stop, and his face was pale without a trace of blood, sitting motionless waiting to be beaten.
