Chapter 1448 A Nightmare Coming True
Laura jumped, blurting out, "What's up with you? Hey, excuse me, can we get some tissues, quick!"
Laura, who had been a bit tipsy, was now stone-cold sober from the shock and urgently asked the bartender for some tissues.
"It's nothing, just got a bit worked up listening to you," Bernice said calmly, picking out the glass shards from her palm one by one.
Laura watched in horror.
If it were Laura, she'd be bawling by now. Bernice was really something else.
"We need to get you to a hospital," Laura said, unable to sit still. "You're an actress. If your hand gets scarred, it'll be a big deal."
"It's just a scratch," Bernice said nonchalantly after cleaning up the glass and wrapping her hand with a tissue. She then asked the bartender for a new glass. "Come on, I'll drink with you. Let's keep going."
Laura was full of admiration and muttered after a while, "Actually, there's not much to say. Anyway, I'm pretty useless. I wanted to deal with that bitch Megan today, but after a few slaps, the bodyguard Michael arranged showed up. Then Michael came too. I couldn't fight them."
"Don't be reckless. Don't do anything illegal," Bernice said. "You're in the spotlight, and many people are watching. If this gets out, Carl might not be able to cover for you."
"I know I was impulsive today, but I can't stand it. Megan does all these bad things and never gets the punishment she deserves." The more Laura thought about it, the angrier she got, and she poured herself another drink.
Before long, Laura successfully got herself drunk.
Bernice also drank a lot, but she didn't dare let herself get drunk.
The pain in Bernice's heart was excruciating.
Her father was driven to death by Nathan, undoubtedly with Megan's instigation behind it.
Her mother was killed by Megan, and even her ashes were destroyed.
In this life, what had Bernice done?
Bernice felt she didn't deserve to be anyone's child.
She wished she could just drink herself to death.
But Bernice couldn't die like this. Megan was still alive. Even if Bernice had only one breath left, she had to drag Megan to hell with her.
Otherwise, what right did Bernice have to die?
Bernice tilted her head back and downed a glass of strong liquor, the pain in her stomach making her want to cry.
Outside the club, Lucas tossed his car keys to the valet.
The manager immediately came up fawningly. "Mr. Nelson, we recently got some very old and fine wines. Would you like to take a look?"
"Let's see," Lucas said, striding inside.
But as he walked in and passed by the bar, he stopped.
The manager followed his gaze and coughed lightly, asking, "Do you know them?"
"You go ahead," Lucas said indifferently, then walked towards the bar.
As he got closer, he saw that besides Bernice, the other person was Laura, who was already drunk and slumped over the bar. It was hard to tell if Bernice was drunk; she was wearing sunglasses, her cheeks were flushed, and she was holding a glass, continuously pouring more into it.
After filling the glass, she drank half of it in one go.
Bernice looked like she was drinking water.
Lucas glanced at the bottle, his eyes narrowing.
It was whiskey.
Bernice was drinking whiskey so aggressively.
He reached out and took the bottle away.
Bernice turned to look at the guy next to her, but she couldn't see his face clearly. One, because she was wearing sunglasses and the place was dimly lit, and two, because she was super drunk but still somewhat clear-headed.
Thinking it was some dude trying to hit on her, Bernice snapped, "If you're trying to chat me up, get lost. I don't have time."
Lucas's handsome face darkened immediately. Had he been too lenient with Bernice because of Nina recently, making her more and more arrogant?
"Bernice, have I been too good to you?" Lucas put the bottle aside and yanked Bernice off the high stool.
Lucas pulled so hard that Bernice stumbled, her sunglasses falling off, revealing her tear-filled eyes. There were no tears on her cheeks, but her eyes were full of a piercing glint.
Lucas's long eyes fell on her eyes, darkening slightly. "Not in a good mood?"
Bernice didn't speak. Although she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, she recognized Lucas's voice.
She was so unlucky. In a bad mood and she ran into Lucas.
Bernice pushed his hand away and bent down to pick up her sunglasses.
But her vision was doubled, and the sunglasses on the floor seemed to multiply.
Bernice reached for them but missed, instead touching Lucas's shoe.
Seeing Bernice like that, Lucas knew she was drunk. He didn't move, just watched as Bernice fumbled on the floor for a long time before finally grabbing the sunglasses, standing up shakily, and putting them back on, resuming her cold demeanor.
Lucas had been watching Bernice's actions, so he noticed that when she put on the sunglasses, her palm was covered in blood.
He then remembered that Bernice's palm had been wrapped in tissue earlier. After all the commotion, the tissue had fallen off, and he saw that it was stained with blood.
"What happened to your hand?" Lucas grabbed her arm again, pulling her hand open to find her palm and fingers covered in small cuts, as if they had been slashed by something. Some wounds were deep, some shallow. If it were just one or two, a band-aid would suffice, but there were too many, and they needed treatment to avoid infection.
"Just a scratch," Bernice said, pulling her fingers back forcefully.
Bernice didn't want to talk to him. She just wanted to sit quietly for a while.
If Bernice weren't drunk, she could have left on her own, but Laura was still there, so Bernice had to call her assistant to pick her up.
It was the first time Lucas had been avoided by a woman like the plague, and he was furious.
His temper flared, and he dragged Bernice towards the restroom.
"What are you doing? Let go," Bernice said, stumbling as he pulled her.
Lucas turned on the faucet and pressed Bernice's face under the running water. "Bernice, my patience is limited. Since you don't appreciate my kindness, I'll have to do things my way. Are you satisfied now?"
The cold water splashed on Bernice's face and hair, making her choke several times.
But that wasn't the scariest part. The real terror was that it reminded her of when she died as Nina.
She had drowned in the sea, her throat filled with water, dying in extreme pain.
Now it felt like a nightmare coming true, and Bernice struggled desperately like a madwoman.
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