Under the Heiress' Facade

Chapter 268

"My foot is fine. I can walk by myself," Hera said.

Bernard retorted, "Stay still. When I was injured before, you took care of me. Now it's my turn to take care of you."

"But you didn't ask me to help you bathe."

Bernard paused in his steps as he looked deeply at Hera in his arms.

Only then did Hera realize she had spoken too impulsively. When she gave it more thought, she recalled that he didn't ask for her help then.

However, she was getting the sense that he may have hinted at it before.

Seeing her furrowed brow, Bernard spoke in a low voice, "I see you care a lot about that."

He remembered the time they had been in the hot spring. Hera had suddenly approached him, and he pushed her away. She might have misunderstood. Although she didn't say anything then, she still remembered that incident.

He wondered if she had ignored the fact that he was a normal man and couldn't stand her teasing. He figured that if he refused again, Hera would probably ignore him in the future.

After some thought, Bernard asked, "Do you want to help me take a bath?"

Hera was utterly shocked.

"Pervert!"

Her ears turned red as she pushed him away forcefully. Escaping from his arms, she hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Bernard looked at the closed door, feeling speechless.

Was that not it? He found it harder and harder to understand Hera's thoughts.

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In a rundown hotel tucked away in small alley in Norburgh, the curtains of the single room were tightly drawn. An old light bulb cast a yellowish glow across the room. The 70-inch bed had washed-out sheets and covers, and the bedding carried a damp smell.

Amelia curled up in one corner of the bed, holding her phone. Her eyes were hollow, with dried tears in the corners of her eyes.

Just then, the screen in her hand lit up. It was a WhatsApp notification. She immediately opened it.

It was a message from Piglet.

"Raven has agreed. Send the memory card to this address first."

Amelia's initially empty eyes suddenly brightened slightly.

Noticing that the address sent was in Norburgh, she immediately asked, "Can I hand it to you in person? I'd like to check out your workplace while at it."

"No," Piglet replied.

Amelia hesitated for a long time. The police were looking for her now. Queenie said she would protect her, but Amelia didn't believe her.

This memory card was her last straw. She didn't know its contents but knew that it must be important if Queenie went through the trouble of deleting and tampering with the data.

Amelia figured she'd have to take the fall for Queenie if she gave the memory card away and couldn't get it back. She would be doomed, then.

But if she didn't give it away, there was no hope. If she got caught by the police, the outcome would be the same.

Amelia couldn't keep running

forever. In just three days of hiding,

she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want to live her whole life as she was at that moment, hiding in cheap hotels where no ID was required.

Amelia: "Alright. But you must keep this confidential. It's absolutely necessary. Only the three of us can know about this. No matter who asks, you can't reveal anything. Especially not to the Gaskells."

Piglet: "We have a nondisclosure agreement."

Amelia made up her mind.

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