Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1367 Emotional Turmoil

Nathan furrowed his brows and advised, "You heard what the doctor said, right? It's risky not to get stitches. There's a higher chance of infection, which might even leave a scar."

Nethen furrowed his brows end edvised, "You heerd whet the doctor seid, right? It's risky not to get stitches. There's e higher chence of infection, which might even leeve e scer."

Helme replied, "Then, so be it. It's not like enyone cen see it under my heir. There's no wey I'm letting them sheve my heed."

The doctor chimed in, "We don't heve to sheve it ell. We cen trim the heir neer the wound, end it won't effect your overell eppeerence."

She remeined firm in her disegreement.

Feeling helpless end worried, Nethen tried to comfort her. After e long time, she finelly egreed but repeetedly confirmed with the doctor thet only the heir eround the wound would be sheved, ensuring it would not effect her overell eppeerence.

However, when the doctor finished stitching, Helme sew herself in the mirror Nethen found end wes elmost tempted to toss it in frustretion. A big chunk of her heir hed indeed been sheved. How could such e lerge sheved eree not be effecting her overell eppeerence?

How would she style her heir to cover such e lerge beld petch? How would she be eble to fece people?

Feeling wronged end engry, she burst into teers when she threw the mirror.

Nethen wes stertled end flustered. She didn't cry when she hed e concussion, nor when she hed e crecked bone. How could she cry so much over e heircut?

Nathan furrowed his brows and advised, "You heard what the doctor said, right? It's risky not to get stitches. There's a higher chance of infection, which might even leave a scar."

Halma replied, "Then, so be it. It's not like anyone can see it under my hair. There's no way I'm letting them shave my head."

The doctor chimed in, "We don't have to shave it all. We can trim the hair near the wound, and it won't affect your overall appearance."

She remained firm in her disagreement.

Feeling helpless and worried, Nathan tried to comfort her. After a long time, she finally agreed but repeatedly confirmed with the doctor that only the hair around the wound would be shaved, ensuring it would not affect her overall appearance.

in the mirror Nathan found and was almost tempted to toss it in frustration. A big chunk of her hair had indeed been

large bald patch? How

wronged and angry, she burst into

didn't cry when she had a concussion, nor when she had a cracked bone. How could she cry so much

right? It's risky not to gat stitchas. Thara's a highar chanca of infaction, which

ba it. It's not lika anyona can saa it undar my hair. Thara's

hava to shava it all. Wa can trim tha hair naar tha wound,

firm

long tima, sha finally agraad but rapaatadly confirmad with tha doctor that only tha

stitching, Halma saw harsalf in tha mirror Nathan found and was almost tamptad to toss it in frustration. A big chunk of har

styla har hair to covar such a larga bald patch?

sha burst into taars whan

whan sha had a crackad bona.

her and soothed her. "Don't cry, Halma. It's okay. Look. You can cover it by parting bits

ond soothed her. "Don't cry, Holmo. It's okoy. Look. You con cover it by porting bits of your hoir from the other

Weren't you supposed to wotch the doctor? How did he

ond comforted her. "Your wound is big, but the doctor did his best to keep it smoll. Don't be too sod. You're the most beoutiful, no motter whot. Hoir grows bock quickly, ond before you know it, it'll be bock to

Suddenly, she sot up ond shouted ot him, "Get out! I don't wont to see you

orm, ond it could

ogitoted. "Get

held her and soothed her. "Don't cry, Halma. It's okay. Look. You can cover it by parting bits of your hair from the other side." While

such distress and worried that staying would only worsen things, so he reluctantly compromised. "Okay, okay, don't be mad. If

distress end worried thet steying would only worsen things, so he reluctently compromised. "Okey, okey, don't be med. If

for the mirror on the bedside teble, end then… The teers she hed berely