Chapter 4

After three years, Bertha was forced to seek out the butcher she once despised.

The commotion she caused attracted an increasing crowd.

The head nurse had no choice but to invite her and Daniel into the office.

"Do you know who I am? I have millions of followers on YouTube! You can't afford to offend me! Hurry up and bring out that coward."

The head nurse produced my death certificate.

"Alexander is dead."

Bertha laughed so hard at what she considered a joke that tears came to her eyes.

"Not seen for a few years and now he's got some guts. He even learned to feign death."

The head nurse sighed helplessly, "He had a car accident on the day you went abroad..."

Before she could finish, Daniel clutched his knees and groaned in pain, repeatedly hitting his legs.

"Bertha, if Dr. Wells is unwilling to see me, then let it be. I don't want to see you troubled."

"At worst, I won't dance anymore. It's just a pity I can never be your dance partner again."

Tears rolled down his cold, handsome face.

Bertha couldn't bear to see her beloved in such pain and grievance.

She rushed forward and glared fiercely at the head nurse.

"Do you know how important Daniel's legs are?"

"You go tell Alexander that even if he's dead, he needs to crawl out of his grave to treat Daniel's legs!"

I couldn't help but laugh at her words.

I'd been dead for three years, and my body had long ago turned into ashes.

How could I treat Daniel’s legs?

At this moment, Daniel asked tearfully, "Could Dr. Wells be hiding at a friend's house knowing we were coming for help?"

This intentional hint made Bertha suddenly realize something.

She pushed Daniel out before threatening the head nurse.

"If Daniel's legs aren't healed, I will never forgive you."