Chapter 117 You Dare to Threaten Me

At this Bert's hand froze.

He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you threaten me?"

Bane suppressed his smile. "Sophie was so upset last night that she cried in her sleep."

Now Bert was holding Bane's hand, but he was not using much strength.

"You see, if you don't get better soon, how are you going to take Sophie? Do you want to upset Sophie?"

Bert let go of Bane's hand.

Bert's voice was menacing. "You are getting bolder and bolder," he said. "Even I command that you..."

Bert had hardly finished speaking when Bane poured the porridge into his mouth.

Bert's eyes widened with a look of disbelief. He didn't want to eat it, but it was so good that he wanted to eat it.

He had been too busy to eat anything last night. His stomach was empty, but he had no appetite because he had caught a cold. But the porridge in his mouth stimulated his appetite directly.

He was relieved to see that Bert had swallowed his porridge, and he took another spoonful, and held it to Bert's mouth. "This porridge is very good," he said, "it's got fresh mushrooms in it, and it's very delicious. Have some more."

Bert said nothing, but ate in silence.

Before long, Bane's bowl was empty.

Bert obviously wanted to eat it again, and sneered, "If you've got more to eat, you're afraid my Ron's have treated you badly?"

Bane ignored him and said, "You haven't eaten anything for a long time. It's not good to eat too much at one time. It's not good for your spleen and stomach.

Bert's brow furrowed and his eyes fell on the pills, and when Bane looked at them, Bert swallowed them all.

When he had finished his draught, Bert dropped a cruel word.

"Bane Reed, I see you want to die."

"Yes, you are right. I want to die, so you must get well quickly and then give me the whole death."

With that Bane reached out his hand and laid Bert on the bed. Bane was really not at all afraid of Bert.

Bert had been nothing but a paper tiger since his illness, fierce in appearance but very agreeable in reality.

When Bane had tucked Bert in, he was about to leave, but Bert closed his eyes and said, "Don't you go."

"If I don't, what am I doing here?"

Bert croaked his mouth, and a vague smile appeared on his face. "Since you said I was sick, and I needed care, you ought not to stay here?"

Myron bowed quickly to Bert. "Then I won't disturb your rest, Sir."

Say that finish, left directly, also by the way to close the door, this series of action is extremely nimble, where there is an old man's appearance.

Now Bane and Bert are in the same room.

Bert closed his eyes. "You stay where you are," he said. "You cannot leave without my permission."

Bane was about to retort, but his eye fell on Bert's tired brow, and his heart softened, and he, with a slight grunt, took a chair on the edge of the bed.

And then he looked at Bert.

And so Bert did sleep, with a smile on his face.

Seeing that Bert seemed to have fallen asleep, Bane got up.

"Don't move!

He closed his eyes and dropped the words.

Bane whispered a curse, and sank back on his stool resignedly.

Now, she wasn't going to leave again.

As the hours passed, Bane, lying on the edge of the bed, fell asleep too, but was soon awakened by a whisper of pain.

She opened her eyes quickly and looked at Bert. There was a tight frown on Bert's face, an expression of pain, as if he were having some kind of nightmare.

"Bert Ron, are you all right?"

As she reached out, Bert's hand seized her, pulled Bane to the bed with one violent tug, and then clasped Bane around the neck.

His eyes were still closed, a move that was clearly subconscious.

Feeling suffocated, Bane struggled.

"Bert Ron! I, I'm Ben Reed!"

This made Bert's hand loosen a little.

Bane took the opportunity to push Bert out of the way and look at him with a frightened face.

It hurts around the neck. It must have been pinched red.

She wanted to get out of here, after all, where she had almost died.

Next to him, Bert curled up, his face full of pain, quite different from the man who had strangled Bane.

Bane thought for a moment and then went over.

"Bert Ron, are you, are you awake?"

There was no answer.

Bane stood by, crouched down, and saw that Bert had tears in the corners of his eyes.

Bane gasped.

Bert Ron... Tears?

How did he shed tears?

It had always seemed to her that Bert Ron was a man who never cried, that Bane had seen Bert in his bullying, his conceit, his inattention, but that this was the first time she had seen Bert in such a vulnerable way.

Did he, uh, have a nightmare? What kind of nightmare?

"Bert Ron, wake up."

His mouth was slightly open as if he were saying something.

Bane hurried on, but Bert spoke so vaguely that he could only vaguely sense that it was a person's name.

When she heard it again, Bert was silent again.

Bane shook his head helplessly, straightened Bert and pulled the covers over him.

When Bert was ill, he could kill a man.

Looking at his wristwatch, Myron was worried to see that nothing had been happening upstairs. He went upstairs and knocked at the door.

With some trepidation, Myron opened the door and a scene of extreme warmth greeted her.

Bane was lying over Bert's side. Her right hand was slapping Bert gently on the back, but her eyes were closed, and the movement was unconscious.

Like a mother trying to soothe her sleeping child.

And Bert Ron, with a smile on his face, was fast asleep.

Myron's face lit up with a happy smile and he looked at it for a few moments before he closed the door quietly and went downstairs. He saw the young gentleman and the young lady downstairs. He made a quiet gesture and whispered, "Mister and young lady, you mustn't make so much noise."

Sophie blinked, her little face puzzled. "Where are Mom and Dad?" she asked.

Myron smiled. "Mister and Miss are resting in their rooms. Little Miss must be quiet."