Chapter 105 He didn't Believe Me

As soon as he had said these words, Bert felt wet on his arm.

Soon she understood and pulled her coat away. It was soaked with blood, and the shirt Bane was wearing was full of it, too, as it tugged at Bane's wound, causing him to wake up for a moment in pain.

"It hurts..."

Her tears fell again and she curled up. Her head was dizzy. The sobriety that had sustained her was gone.

Just then Bert felt that Bane had developed a fever, a fever brought on by excessive loss of blood.

'Bane Reed! Wake up!"

Bert's face darkened at the thought that he had mistaken Bane. She was covered in bruises, obviously made by sticks, and there were many tiny creases that made Bane's fair skin look like gauze.

The stick that Aki Reed carried was no ordinary one. It had stings on it, and when it hit him it left small gashes, and the blood would seep out over time and become more painful.

Bane had survived so far on a single breath, and now the breath was gone.

With blood running through Bert's eyes, he pushed the accelerator straight to the bottom and sent the car hurtling back to the farm.

"Mellon! Get a doctor! Quick go to!"

Bert, who was holding Bane in his arms, rushed in, his face agitated, but he did not notice it.

"A broken rib, bleeding under the skin and in many places, a broken ankle that was comminuted, and, as a result of poor nutrition, anaemia..."

When the doctor reported a problem, Bert turned pale.

A low air pressure pervaded the room.

'Get out!

The doctor hurried out of the room, leaving the room for Bert.

Myron stood beside him quietly, his face filled with pain. In his heart, he had long thought of Bane as the half mistress of the place, the mother of a little gentleman and a little lady, but he had been treated like this.

Bert's eyes fell on Bane, who frowned even when she was asleep, as though she were having some nightmare.

"Don't let the children know."

Bert explained.

Myron bowed his head a little. "Yes, Sir," he said.

After a pause, Myron said, "Sir, Miss Reed... It should have been beaten."

And very hard.

Bert's face sank, and a cold gleam flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Who dares so?"

Myron sighed resignedly, and held back what he wanted to say. It was all said without any trace of retaliation, for fear that the man who had struck Miss Reed was very close to her.

When the fever subsided, Bane would wake up faintly, the pain still coming from him.

Fortunately, it has been treated, and the feeling of piercing pain before has gone away. The pain can also be endured.

"Woke up?

A muffled male voice was heard.

Bane turned her head and saw a man sitting in a nearby chair, barely visible in the sunlight, but she recognized him at once.

"Bert Ron?

"Huh? Do you want some water?"

Bane nodded.

Bert got up and poured Bane a glass of warm water, and Bane was about to reach for it, but the pain was too great to lift it.

"No, don't try to be brave, you are no different from a wreck."

Though his words were harsh, he was gentle in his movements, but he was not very skilled. He was one of those people who did not take care of anyone.

The water was difficult to drink, and Bane's clothes got wet.

Bert's eyes fell on Bane and he looked particularly ugly. "Who beat you up?" he said.

Bane shuddered. "I fell into a pit by accident... I -- I didn't notice and I fell."

"You got that cut up here from a stick."

Bane paused, unable to say anything.

"Either tell the truth yourself, or let me find it out."

Bane looked troubled, and finally bowed his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "Bert Ron, I'm really all right. Will you leave this alone?"

Bert croaked his mouth and sneered. "Is it possible for me, Bert Ron's nurse, to be bullied like this?"

Bane's heart pained at the word "nanny," but he soon let it go.

Seems to be right. She's here to babysit.

"Yeah, Mr. Ron, I'm just a babysitter, so I won't bother you."

Bert's face fell. He reached out his hand and squeezed Bane's chin so that Bane could look him straight in the eye.

'Bane Reed! Watch your attitude and tell the truth!"

Her jaw seemed to break, and what frightened her most was the look in Bert's eyes now. It was more terrible than the evil spirit.

She shuddered, for it was the first time that she had felt Bert's anger so directly, anger that it did not show itself in her face.

Why is he angry?

What's he mad about?

Is it the injuries on her body?

But didn't Bert just say she was a nanny?

"Say!"

Bert had uttered only one word, but it did not detract in the least from its power.

Bane unclenched his fists, then closed his eyes and smiled wryly.

"My father... Woke up."

It was six simple words, and when she said them, she put all her strength into them.

Bert started for a moment, and then he thought fast. Soon he remembered that Bane's father had been hit by a car six years before and had become a vegetable.

"So I'm going to hit you when I wake up?"

Bane's eyes turned red and he said, "I didn't run it. I didn't do it."

Bert smiled. "How dare you run a hit-and-run like that?"

Bane's cold heart melted at the words.

She raised her head to meet Bert's eyes and said, with a glazed face, "You, you think it's not me either?"

Bert let go of his hand and looked at Bane, wandering and surprised, like a rabbit.

"You dare not do such a thing."

He came straight out and said this.

Bain's face suddenly reveal a big smile, his sleeves gripped, way: "really, I didn't lie, hit-and-run betas reed did, not me, I was forced to rap, Rosa Davis has been with his father's life threatening me, so I just confession, I have nothing to do!"

Her face was full of eagerness, trying to get back the trust that had been denied.