Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

Not long after the nurse left, Aura was led into Anne’s office.

“Be careful when stitching up my wound. I don’t want any scars!” Aura ordered coldly before she leaned back in her chair and started watching videos on her phone.

Her behavior displeased Anne, but she was a doctor above all else. Lowering her head, she began to stitch Aura’s wound seriously.

Just as Anne squatted down and was about to start sewing, all while Aura was watching a drama on her phone, Nigel accidentally fell on Anne.

“Ouch!”

on Aura’s wound. He took the opportunity to wipe the salt on his fingers onto her

was in so much pain that her entire face contorted in an instant, and she almost jumped out of the chair. That

his mistake, “Beautiful Auntie, I didn’t mean it. just…

distorted with pain AS she stared at Nigel viciously.

Aura with those pitiful doe eyes. “Pretty Auntie, if you’re really

anger. She was an adult! Was she going to fall flat on

godson. Children like to fool around,” Anne apologized in a low voice as she began to disinfect Aura’s wound with alcohol. “It’ll hurt a

screams suddenly sounded more intensely