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."

she noticed multiple WhatsApp notifications on her phone's lock

then texted, "Isn't your plane

for you to say you miss

say. They were about to meet up

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

"I love

her again, Hera copied and pasted his

putting on the surgical gown, Hera picked up her acupuncture bag and entered the

"Let's begin, then."

operating room also wore surgical gowns, surgical caps, and masks. They

the crowd at all. The atmosphere was

scalpel. She seemed extremely skillful with

Hera's expertise in alternative medicine. No one ever guessed that she was just as adept

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