Bertha didn't think, thinking he was busy with work.

There was still an hour until the appointment, relatively early, so Bertha drove back to the beach villa first.

On the second floor, Tommy was bandaging Derek's waist. He used three layers of gauze on the inside and three layers on the outside, still showing a faint trace of blood.

Bertha walked over, sat down on the chair next to her, and asked. "What's wrong? Haven't your wounds healed already? Why are you injured?"

When Derek saw ...