Under the heiress facade

The latest message from Bernard said, "Sweetie, 45 minutes and 37 seconds have passed. Is your meeting not over yet? I miss you."

"...The meeting is over. I'm about to enter the operating room for the operation."

The moment she sent the message, Bernard replied almost immediately, "How long will the operation take?"

Hera said, "If all goes well, it'll take seven to eight hours."

"Poor thing. Here's a virtual hug.

"Don't feel too pressured. After all, Harvey is not the only son of the Presgrave family. Just rest if you're tired." Hera didn't know whether she should cry or laugh upon seeing his texts. He probably said that on purpose.

Bernard sent another text, "The plane is about to take off. I'll come pick you up once I arrive at Jedburgh."

They had not seen each other for more than a week. The thought of seeing Bernard after the operation made Hera smile instinctively. She replied, "Sure."

Hera thought Bernard had already gone offline, but he texted within the next second, "I miss you."

on the surgical gown when she noticed multiple WhatsApp notifications on her phone's lock screen. She checked her phone again. It didn't take long for Bernard to send more than

rendered speechless. She then texted, "Isn't your plane

for you to

didn't know what to say. They were about to meet

plane wait for her to reply "I miss you" before they took off, right? She had no choice

"I love

he would spam her again, Hera copied and pasted his

up her acupuncture bag and entered the operating room. "Everything is ready," Johnson informed

"Let's begin, then."

observers in the operating room also wore surgical gowns, surgical caps, and masks. They were covered from head

that Marcus had slipped into the crowd at all. The atmosphere was so

the scalpel. She seemed extremely skillful with the modern and alternative medicine approaches. The onlookers couldn't help but be in

guessed that she was just as adept with modern medicine. They were really

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