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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

her entire face contorted in an instant, and she almost jumped out of the chair.

Nigel quickly bowed his head and confessed his mistake, “Beautiful Auntie, I

features were distorted with pain AS she stared

pitiful doe eyes. “Pretty Auntie, if you’re

with anger. She was an adult! Was she

around,” Anne apologized in a low voice as she began to disinfect Aura’s wound with alcohol. “It’ll hurt a bit, so please

sounded more