Bertha stopped him, shaking her head slowly. “Let him be.”
Wyatt shot Bertha a glance, smirking at Neville. “Learn from your grandma, young man. Keep cool. There are cameras everywhere. Fighting isn’t smart.”
With a smug grin, he strutted out of the ward.
Miley fumed, stomping her foot. “He’s too cocky. He thinks he’s above the law!”
Bertha stayed silent, her eyes downcast.
The doctor arrived soon after, checking Bertha with a smile. “She’s out of danger now. She just needs some rest and she’ll be tip-top.”
Miley sighed with relief. “Thank goodness.”
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Neville beamed, patting Bertha’s back. “You’re good, Grandma. ALL good.”
Bertha nodded.
The doctor left after giving some advice to follow.
Neville held Bertha’s arm. “You rest up, Grandma. Anything you want, just say it. I’ll sort it.”
“No rush.” Bertha held his hand. Her voice was weak. “Do you still have the clothes I was wearing when I was kidnapped?”
After a brief pause, Neville confirmed, “Your stuff’s still there. But, uh, the clothes are a no-go.”
“That’s fine.” Bertha let out a sigh, relieved. “Hand them over, please.”
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Neville scratched his head but fetched the clothes from the nearby wardrobe, passing them to her. “Grandma, I’ll replace them. You should chuck these away.”
Without a word, Bertha reached into a pocket, a smile creeping in as she pulled out a pen.
“What’s this?” Neville asked.
Handing it to Neville, she explained, “This’s a recorder. It holds proof of Wyatt’s dirt. Take it to the cops.”
Miley’s eyes widened. “You recorded it? When did this happen?”
Their phones had been swiped by Wyatt and their bags too. There was no equipment around them.
Later, the Pierces had scoured the island post-rescue and recovered nothing. Wyatt had got away scot-free.
Miley had never imagined that Bertha had a recording!
Bertha smirked. “Age isn’t slowing me down!”
“Check if it recorded everything,” Bertha told Neville.