After the divorce, she became a female billionaire

Derek frowned tightly.

Everyone looked at him, seemingly waiting for his final verdict.

Bertha is no exception.

But she remained calm, she also prepared well what she had to say when Derek defended his family.

Mrs. Victoria began to feel proud, her precious son had returned, and he would help her.

She waited to see how this bitch Bertha died.

Under eyes carrying many different thoughts, Derek walked closer to Bertha.

The group of black-shirted bodyguards immediately stood in front of Bertha but were stopped by Bertha.

She wanted to know what he was going to do.

Derek stopped in front of Bertha, their distance was now about half a meter.

He sighed and bowed his head slightly to apologize.

"This time, it was the two of them who had the purpose of hurting you. It was reasonable for you to take revenge by blocking the house. They didn't understand. I apologize on their behalf."

As soon as he finished saying these words, everyone was extremely surprised.

Bertha was silent.

She thought he would be angry and defend his loved one.

But she didn't expect that he would not only not criticize her act of revenge but also proactively apologize.

This was the first time she felt like he was reasonable, responsible, like a real man.

But Mrs. Victoria is not satisfied.

She grabbed Derek's body and started screaming and crying regardless of the surrounding circumstances.

“You are my son. Why don't you help me instead of helping this bitch. Did you have the heart to watch her torture me and your sister to death? How can you be so cruel?”

“I don't care. You must get justice for me. Otherwise, I won't accept you as my child."

Derek was pulled away by her, but his appearance remained serious and unwavering.

He still didn't move and let his mother scold him.

But when Mrs. Victoria saw that he was unmoved. She was angry and was about to step forward to vent her anger on Bertha when he coldly looked at the servants hiding behind the flower pots and gave orders.

"The lady's mind is not alert, please take her back to her room and call the family doctor to examine her."

Cadell received the order, he quickly asked the strong maids to bring Mrs. Victoria who was struggling to get into the villa.

They also brought Rose who was lying on the ground into the villa.

The remaining maids clean up the mess.

Outside the house now only Derek and Bertha remained, and the ten black-shirted bodyguards led by Bertha.

Bertha saw that he was still staring at her. She didn't know what he was looking at, but she felt unnatural so she tilted her head to one side to avoid his sight.

"This time, I will only gently avenge them, otherwise I will hand over the evidence to the police so that the two of them can go to the police station to deal with it."

She pulled out some of the evidence she had collected and continued. "But I still have the evidence in my hand. If they continue to cause trouble with me, I will use it."

Derek looked at her with such a cunning smile. He couldn't help but slightly curl his lips. She was now like a cunning and cruel fox.

Bertha saw that he was smiling, she was a little skeptical about what he was thinking.

Her expression immediately turned cold. "You should protect them well. It's best to ask them not to touch me. If they anger me next time, I will take even more revenge, including you."

Having finished speaking, she arrogantly left. The bodyguards followed her.

Bertha was gone, Derek stepped over the debris on the ground, he went into the room to see how Rose was doing.

The family doctor has arrived, and he is examining Rose's body.

Mrs. Victoria's emotions had subsided, she sat on the edge of Rose's bed and sobbed.

As soon as she saw Derek walk in, she immediately ran to pull his shirt. She painfully pointed towards Rose's knee. Just now Bertha forced Rose to kneel under the pebbles.

Rose's knee turned purple and swollen, and there were a few bleeding spots.

“Look at how injured your sister is. You are her brother but aren’t you heartbroken at all?”

“From childhood to adulthood, she was always pampered, but now she is being abused by that bitch. How could she endure this humiliation? If you don't vent your anger to her, she will be angry to death."

“Are you so heartless as to see your sister die?”

Mrs. Victoria cried, extremely frustrated.

She's a mother, so she knows her son won't have the heart to let her suffer resentment.

This time Bertha is too cruel, she must teach that bitch a lesson.

Otherwise, she really won't sleep well.

Derek pursed his lips, but he remained silent, saying nothing.

His eyes stared at Rose's purple-blue knees but seemed to look right through Rose, wondering something himself.

Before that, he asked the maid and found out that Mrs. Victoria deliberately blames Bertha for stealing her jewelry.

At that time, he was working overtime at the company. He only heard about this story and needed to learn the details.

Derek's heart tightened.

So, Bertha had to go through humiliating days at Tibble's house, so she decided to divorce? Or was it because she saw him having sex with Laura? Probably both.

He suddenly remembered her resilient little figure kneeling on the rainy night. Rose only knelt for a moment and her knees were swollen. So how swollen were Bertha's knees that day?

But after getting married, she never resented him once.

"Boy? Do you hear me?"

Mrs. Victoria shook his arm, causing his memory to be interrupted.

“Don't forget, your father entrusted the responsibility of taking care of me and my sister to you, now he has passed away, you have gained power in Tibble's family, and you ignore me and your sister. That's impossible."

She failed in pretending to be pitiful, so she mentioned a man's responsibilities, Mrs. Victoria didn't believe he could continue to protect that bitch.

Derek turned his head to look at her, talking about something else. “Tell me how you two bullied Bertha before.”