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.

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

Susanne was due for surgery that day, Vinson took

no need to feel nervous either.” Worried about Susanne’s nerves, Arielle mentally prepared the

nervous at all,” Susanne replied with a

all, confident in Arielle’s medical

outfits. Subsequently, they were escorted by the nurse and Vinson

with an anesthetic. Once its

hospital’s neurology professor was present, along with the attending physician. Under normal circumstances, it was rare for someone of his station

was

any mistakes. The professor was naturally in awe of her revolutionary methods. As he

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

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