Under the Heiress' Facade

Chapter 140

Staring at those shiny bald heads kneeling before her, Hera turned to Aaron and asked calmly, "What's going on?"

She wondered why they suddenly started addressing her as Mrs. Killian after the surgery.

Aaron hadn't expected the usually serious doctors to turn so sycophantic suddenly. He couldn't help but wonder where those doctors who had doubted Hera had disappeared to.

The doctors lifted their heads and glanced at Aaron, seemingly questioning whether Hera was indeed Mrs. Killian.

Ignoring their curious stares, Aaron reassured himself that Hera would eventually become Mrs. Killian anyway, so he wasn't exactly lying.

"They're simply in awe of your extraordinary medical skills. They wondered if you could cure their balding issues," Aaron replied to Hera's question with a fabricated reason.

The doctors were taken aback by Aaron's statement. While not offensive, it was undeniably humiliating.

After a long night of surgery, Hera's face showed signs of exhaustion as she finally relaxed. Nevertheless, she instructed Johnson to take Bernard to the ward while she fetched her acupuncture kit.

"We certainly can't have doctors roaming around with shiny bald heads. It can be hurtful to the eyes," Hera remarked as she spread her kit on a chair in the hallway.

Aaron was dumbfounded. He didn't expect her actually to know how to cure baldness.

Meanwhile, the doctors were left speechless. They began to debate internally whether they were at fault for neglecting their appearance.

As doctors, they felt that they should prioritize medical studies over their looks. Thus, they figured that they shouldn't be overly concerned about their baldness.

However, if their medical knowledge was sufficient, they might have resolved their baldness issue long ago.

…

Bernard found himself trapped in a small, dark room. Inside, he was transported back to his childhood, where his mother lay in a pool of blood, surrounded by mocking voices accusing him of being illegitimate.

Faces with vicious smiles advanced toward him. They were the faces of the house helper who desecrated his mother's ashes, the maid who held him underwater, and the cook who poisoned his food.

With reddened eyes, he clutched a dagger tightly, thrusting it at them relentlessly until they retreated in fear. Discarding the dagger, he fled.

However, no matter how fast he ran and where he went, he found only endless darkness, as if he were trapped alone in this world.

As fear, isolation, helplessness, and despair crept into his heart, pushing him to the verge of collapse, he suddenly heard a familiar yet cold female voice.

He dashed toward the voice until he glimpsed a glimmer of light ahead.

"Bernard…"

When Bernard opened his eyes, his gaze found the face he had longed for.

Upon seeing him awake, Hera's eyelashes fluttered as she gazed at him with lowered eyes, a hint of joy flashing across them.

"I might have resorted to using my needles to wake you if you hadn't woken up," Hera teased.

Bernard slowly closed his eyes again, feeling the intense pain in his left leg after the anesthesia had worn off.

The pain reminded him that the scene before him wasn't a dream. Hera was here with him, and so was his leg.

With a twitch of his discolored lips, he said, "Perhaps your kiss could fully awaken me."

Hera was left speechless by his request.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.