A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The next morning, Arielle woke up in Susanne’s arms.

“Mom, why did you let me use your arm as a pillow the entire night?” Arielle had barely spoken when she scrambled to sit up.

Subsequently, she stroked Susanne’s arm and commented sympathetically, “It must be numb by now.”

With that said, she quickly gave it a few squeezes and a subsequent massage.

Susanne’s arm was indeed numb, but the discomfort was soon eased by Arielle’s efforts.

“That’s enough. I feel a lot better already.” The smiling Susanne stretched her arm before lamenting, “I’m just getting old. In my younger days, I wouldn’t feel anything even if you slept on it the entire night.”

“Mom, you’re not old at all!” Arielle got out of bed and helped Susanne down.

fast. As a result, Arielle and Vinson had breakfast at

Susanne was due for surgery that

minor surgery, so don’t worry. There‘s no need to feel nervous either.” Worried about Susanne’s nerves, Arielle mentally prepared the

know. I’m not worried or nervous at all,” Susanne

confident in

their respective outfits. Subsequently,

first injected with an anesthetic. Once its effects began

was rare for someone

the surgery was two and a

and didn’t dare make any mistakes. The professor was naturally in awe of her revolutionary methods. As he intently observed how she moved her hands, he, cognizant of what she planned to do whenever her hands stopped, responded accordingly to what

surgery, Arielle would delegate the stitching to other doctors. However, she made an

from the operating theatre, her clothes, alongside her