Facade

Chapter 140 

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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 sycophantie 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 Bemard to the ward while she fetched her acupuncture lit 

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

Berard 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 tast he can 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 temale voice. 

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

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,” Herateased. 

Bernard slowly closed his eyes again, teeling the intense pain in his left leg after the anesthesia had worn oft 

The pain reminded him that the scene before him wasn’t a dream. Hera was here with him, and s 

so was his leg. 

with atwitch of his discolored lips, he said, “Ivrhaps your kiss could fully awaken me, 

Hera was left speechless by his request