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.

to fast. As a result, Arielle and Vinson had

Since Susanne was due

no need to feel nervous either.” Worried about

worried or nervous at all,”

was, after all, confident in Arielle’s

Susanne got dressed in their respective outfits. Subsequently, they were escorted by the nurse and Vinson to the operating

Susanne was first injected with an anesthetic. Once its effects began to kick

the attending physician. Under normal circumstances, it was rare for someone of his station to be in the operating theatre. However, this professor

was two and

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

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

time she emerged from the operating theatre, her clothes, alongside her hair tucked