[Jane Eyre] The mad woman in the attic is reborn

Bertha stood up, curled the corners of her mouth and said with a light smile: "Really, I don't know how the portrait portrays me. Did you make me laugh out loud in front of Mr.?"

Thinking of that portrait, Fernard unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, slightly nodded and said, "Where, Mrs. Bertha is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

As if listening to some joke, Bertha laughed out loud, she was so embarrassed now, she really looked like a lunatic, she looked up at him and said: "Lawyer Roy is really an interesting person, I will trouble you this time. "

He is the lawyer she invited from Jamaica. He has a high success rate in Spain and has a good reputation in that area.

Fernard smiled loosely, maintaining gentlemanly etiquette, bowed his waist slightly and said respectfully: "Oh, dear Mrs. Bertha, you can call me Fernard."

Bertha nodded and called out, "Mr. Fernard."

It's a nice name.

Fernard looked at her and saw a scar on her neck. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and said in surprise, "Oh Mrs. Bertha, your neck is hurt."

She reacted, raised her hand to cover her neck, and said with a smile: "Oh, that's really not a good omen, there was a sudden thunderstorm last night, the glass in front of the window was hit, and glass shards splashed over by accident. so……"

Fernard: "The weather in Thornfield is not good. Thunder and rain are common. The windows must be repaired tightly."

Bertha nodded her head lightly, expressing her agreement, "That is indeed the case."

"Mrs. Bertha, I have basically understood your case. What are your plans?" Fernard asked her.

Intend?Bertha chuckled. Her plan was to destroy all of this. After being locked up for so many years, how could she do it without any plans?She is a person who always pays back, if someone hurts her one point, then she must pay back ten points.

She squinted at the colored glass on the window, and the corners of her mouth were raised briskly, but her tone was full of helpless sadness, and she said distressedly: "Oh, Mr. Fernard, I am a woman, what plans do I have? I hope that my husband, Mr. Rochester, will change his mind and accept me again."

When she said this, Rochester happened to come down the stairs, stood there looking at her coldly, and said through gritted teeth, "You madman!"

Accusing her wife of being a lunatic in public should be a most embarrassing thing, but she didn't make a fuss, and she didn't mean to be sad at all.

Bertha sat on the sofa, picked up the cup on the small coffee table, took a sip, tasted the taste and said to Fernard in surprise: "Oh, this is Didley's coffee, it tastes great, Fernard Do you want to taste it, Mr. De?"

Rochester stared viciously at the woman who was sitting there drinking coffee leisurely. She had ruined his love and hurt his lover, and now she was sitting there leisurely flirting with another strange man. He wished he could go up and tear her to pieces !

He rushed forward and came in front of Bertha, "You crazy woman, you ruined my life and my love, how can you still live in this world, no, you don't deserve it, you don't deserve it, You should go to hell!"

Bertha put down her teacup and stood up with support. Her leg was slightly injured, and she raised her head and smiled fiercely at Rochester, "Mr. Rochester, if I am going to hell, then you, a man who abandoned his wife to marry someone else, should go to hell." Where to go? Oh, by the way, if you don't want your lover, Miss Jane Eyre, to suffer reputation and physical harm, then I suggest you, it's best to shut that annoying mouth!"

Rochester was frightened by her fierce expression, he had never seen Bertha like this before, she was full of frightening madness.She was locked up on the roof, and she was able to invite a lawyer from Jamaica. What secrets did he have about her that he didn't know?

He was trembling with anger, his hands couldn't hold back, subconsciously he was about to raise his hand and slap her, "You madman, how dare you talk to me like this!"

Seeing that the slap was about to be thrown on the face, Bertha did not hide, and stared at him fiercely with bright big eyes. She looked at how this so-called husband he used to drive the dead Bertha crazy. ?

Suddenly a hand stretched out from her waist and pulled her over forcefully. Rochester's palm whizzed past her ears. She subconsciously shrank towards the person in her arms and closed her eyes. The expected thing did not happen.

Fernard reached out to hold his right hand, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Rochester, it's not a gentleman for you to do this."

Rochester looked at the woman leaning on his arms, turned his eyes to Fernard, and said angrily: "Who are you? This is my home, you are not welcome! Mrs. Fairfax, quickly get this girl for me." Uninvited guests, please go out."

Fernard shook off his hand, pulled Bertha out of the door, and when he reached the door, a manic voice sounded behind him, "Who allowed you to take Bertha away and keep her? None of your business!"

Bertha stood at the door and said with a sneer, "Mr. Rochester, who am I to you? Why should I stay here?"

"You—" Rochester choked suddenly. She wanted him to admit her identity and admit that he had a crazy wife. If that was the case, where would he put Jane Eyre who exchanged vows with her in church today? What about this situation?

He won't fall into all her traps, in that case, he will only let her get her wish!

While hesitating, Bertha turned her face away from looking at him, suddenly feeling amused, she said lightly: "Mr. Edward Rochester, I don't seem to have any contact or relationship with you, but this relationship, unless I die No, you don’t want to get rid of it! As for your lover, you can find as many as you want, and I will not interfere, but there is only one thing, if you restrict my freedom again, I will destroy everything you have now, remember Living is everything! Having been a couple for so many years, you should believe that I have that ability!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed out the door without looking back, leaving Rochester alone to stand there dumbfounded, allowing the two of them to leave the Thornfield Mansion.

Bertha went out of the house and looked up at the sky.This is the first time she has come out in so many years. The sky that she used to look at in the wooden window frame suddenly opened up, and she realized that the blue sky can be so beautiful.

She stayed in that dim little house for so long that she hardly even remembered who she was.

Bertha Mason wasn't supposed to be like this, wasn't supposed to be like this.

"The sky...is blue and beautiful."