Under the heiress facade

Chapter 711

After all these years, Catherine had already let it all go. She knew she couldn't bring down the Killians and seek justice for Daphne.

Catherine was no longer determined to find out the truth. She was afraid that she might lose everything if she did. She only had a simple wish. She just wanted Hera by her side and for her to be healthy and safe.

"If something had happened to you, what should I have done?" Catherine choked.

Hera felt her shoulder growing damp as Catherine trembled all over. Hera suddenly felt rather guilty.

At that time, she only wanted to prevent Bernard from dying with her. Thus, she did not consider how much her family would worry for her.

"Sorry for making you worry about me," Hera patted Catherine's back while comforting her. "Everything's fine. Look at me. I'm still here, right?"

Catherine looked at Hera's bandaged left arm. Such a severe injury would surely leave a scar behind once healed. She wiped her tears away before affectionately holding Hera's left hand. She then asked in a chiding tone, "Is this even considered fine? Your hand won't look nice anymore if your injury leaves a scar behind."

knew whether the injury would affect Hera from

money from my work, I'll just rely on my looks," Hera said, looking unbothered. But Catherine knew

of her." At that moment, Bernard's voice suddenly drifted from

ward entrance. She couldn't help but recall what he said that day. "Don't be afraid. I'll be with you to the

many emotions threatened to overwhelm her, but

here. Have you eaten yet? Douglas brought dinner," Bernard

something at the clinic before coming over." Catherine got up and reached for the thermos flask on the table. "Herie must have her medicinal

Jones, I brought you some grilled chicken breast with a side of salad," Douglas said with a smile. Catherine preferred light dishes. Hence, Bernard deliberately asked Douglas to prepare dishes to her preference. The room was a VIP ward that had a couch and a coffee table. Douglas placed the food on the

bed. She wondered if she had imagined it wrongly. She suddenly felt that Bernard was friendlier to

he noticed Hera was staring at

did not deny it. "You're rather

Don't you want to do something else?" Bernard spooned some soup and blew on it gently before bringing it to Hera's lips. "What about a