"Fine! I… I will give you my life's all savings in exchange of your help. Please!"
Bertha looked at Gerald with hopeful eyes, waiting to hear his answer. She had thought through this thoroughly, and once she reached the final decision, she decided to meet him.
"And what if I take money from you but instead of helping Theodora, create more problems for you?" Gerald tilted his head, not breaking their eye contact.
"Then your head will be at the mercy of Zerith's sword." She told blatantly.
A playful smirk formed on Gerald's face as he leaned back. Bertha still had his hands in hers, and he didn't point it out.
"Are you threatening me with your lover, Miss Moore?"
Bertha's eyes widened at that. She left his hands and pointed her finger at him. "Stop saying that Gerald. I have already told you that Zerith is not my lover!"
He enjoyed the pure frustration on her face.
