Chapter 116 The Childhood of Bert

"What Miss Reed doesn't know is that Mr. Ron is very averse to the doctor's being near him. This has been happening for a long time. Sir Has been trying to prevent himself from getting sick, and if he does get sick by accident, he will carry it on himself and not let the doctor come near."

'But he's got a fever, and if he doesn't let the doctor treat him, he'll make it worse.'

"Then I'll call the doctor."

After hesitating for a moment, Myron said gently, "Miss Reed, Mister will need your attention later, because if Mister is ill, some... Childish."

Myron, distressed and embarrassed, called the doctor over.

Bane, of course, knew what Myron meant by "childish."

The doctor with the thermometer was about to take Bert's temperature when Bert broke the doctor's arm.

For the life of Bane, it was impossible to understand how a patient could fall into a comatose sleep and wake up a second later with a burst of fighting power capable of breaking an arm.

The doctor was in a cold sweat from the pain, and did not dare come near Bert at all.

Bane looked at Bert sitting on the bed with his head down and shouted, "Bert Ron, are you all right?"

There was no response.

Myron took the thermo-gun and gave it to Bane. "You'll take it, Miss Reed," he said. "Mister doesn't mind having you near him."

Because Bane had seen Bert break the Doctor's arm so cruelly, she could not help worrying that Bert would break her arm.

Myron gave the doctors a look of resignation and a sad look at Bane. "Mister was kidnapped when he was very young," he said. "The traffickers disguised themselves as doctors and tried to take Mister.

Hearing this, Bane immediately relented, holding the thermostat in his hand, and said, "I'll try it."

What Bane didn't realize was that Bert was so honorable that the traffickers wouldn't have the guts to kidnap him.

She walked slowly up to Bert, patted him on the shoulder, and said tentatively, "Bert Ron? How are you? You, you need to take your temperature."

Bert did not answer, but held up his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking confused, and not aggressive at all.

She quickly dripped the thermostat on Bert's forehead. Thirty-nine degrees.

I'm really sick, and I've got a high fever.

Quickly she helped Bert down, and tucked him up.

"Miss Reed," said Myron quickly, "the doctor's got the medicine ready. Try to eat it raw first."

Bane nodded, then said, "You can't take medicine like that on an empty stomach. I'll make some porridge, very quickly."

Myron smiled. Miss Reed was so kind and attentive.

Bane went to the kitchen and began to cook the porridge. It was not long before it was finished, then half filled it, and added some medicated food to keep his stomach fresh.

Bane, when he had carried it out, was lost in thought. Surely Bert couldn't help himself to the porridge, so he had to feed him?

In that case... Is that a little too intimate.

Myron seemed to read Bane's mind and said to himself, "Well, Mister hasn't been taken good care of since Mister Mister left. Mister hasn't even been fed when he's sick."

Bane said directly, "There are plenty of servants at Ron's, Myron."

"But Mister's been sick," Myron said quickly. "Nobody's been near him. He didn't eat before.

"Mellon... I feed, this general line."

Myron quickly handed over the clean spoon, which was clearly ready.

Bane Reed:...

Bane felt the old housekeeper needed to be reacquainted.

Bert was awake now, but he was plainly in a bad mood, and, with his brows furrowed and his eyes squinted, he was propped up on the pillow, and his nose was red and he looked miserable.

Bert frowned as he saw Bane coming toward him.

"Go away."

His voice was hoarse, and his voice was very unpleasant.

Bane glanced at Myron, who gave her a cheer sign. She shook her head resignedly and walked on to Bert.

"You hurry to the porridge to drink, and then have to take medicine, you are ill."

Bert's face darkened at the word, and he said, "Get out of here!"

Perhaps it was illness, said Bert feebly, and did not sound afraid.

Bane sat down beside Bert, took the porridge in his hand, and said, "Drink this, I have carefully concocted it."

Then he scooped out a spoonful and held it to Bert's mouth.

But Bert flung the bowl of porridge down on the floor and spilled it, filling the room with the smell of it.

The room became silent at once.

Bert realized that he was doing this badly, but said, "I don't drink it. Don't you understand?"

He was in a bad mood because of his illness, but his words were weak.

Bane could not help but chuckle to herself. Bert, in spite of his temper, did not frighten her at all now, but made her feel more like a child.

For...... When Sophie first came back to her, Sophie had been ill once, and had been just like Bert.

I've heard that people who are sick and grumpy are very upset because they want to hide their vulnerability.

"Myron, can I have another bowl?"

Myron thought Bane would be angry and stop talking to Bert, but Bane didn't, and a big smile broke across his face.

"Miss Reed, I will go at once."

It wasn't long before Myron arrived with a second bowl of porridge.

Bane took the porridge in his hands, saying, "You can throw it if you like, I've had a lot of cooking, you can throw it, Ron's got a couple of bowls of money, you can keep throwing it, and if you've had enough, you can eat your porridge."

Bert glared at Bane, but Bane was not afraid, for the mist in his eyes was harmless.

"Bane Reed, watch your tone!"

"I'm watching. I didn't say the wrong thing."

'Do you want to die?

"You'd better keep a good recuperation first, ill good say again."

Bane's wrist was immediately seized by Bert, with a great force.

If I hurt my hand, I can't cook. Norton and Sophie won't eat. You let Sophie down last time, and you're going to let her down again?"