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."

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Hera smiled. She put down her phone and began to change her clothes. After wearing her white coat, she was about to put on the surgical gown when she noticed multiple WhatsApp notifications on her phone's lock screen.

She checked her phone again. It didn't take long for Bernard to send more than 20 messages, saying "I miss you".

Hera was rendered speechless. She then texted, "Isn't your plane about to take off?"

Bernard replied, "I'm waiting for you to say you miss me too."

Hera didn't know what to say. They were about to meet up very soon.

Was it necessary for him to be so clingy? He wouldn't actually make everyone on the whole plane wait for her to reply "I miss you" before they took off, right?

She had no choice but to text him, "I miss you."

Bernard said, "I love you."

Afraid that he would spam her again, Hera copied and pasted his words and sent them to him, "I love you."

This time, Bernard finally did not reply anymore. After putting on the surgical gown, Hera picked up her acupuncture bag and entered the operating

room.

"Everything is ready," Johnson informed Hera, who nodded.

"Let's begin, then."

The observers in the operating room also wore surgical gowns, surgical caps, and masks. They were covered from head to toe, only revealing their eyes.

No one noticed that Marcus had slipped into the crowd at all. The atmosphere was so silent that they could only hear the sounds of the medical equipment.

The doctors watched Hera use acupuncture techniques before switching to the scalpel. She seemed extremely skillful with the modern and alternative medicine approaches. The onlookers couldn't help but be in awe of her skills.

They had always known of Hera's expertise in alternative medicine. No one ever guessed that she was just as adept with modern medicine. They were really lucky to be

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observing the operation today.

Marcus watched Hera work skillfully under the surgical light, which made her seem like she was being illuminated by an angelic glow. While impressed with her skills, he also felt rather pressured.

Just as the operation was at its critical moment, a commotion suddenly broke out among the doctors watching from the sidelines.

One of the doctors suddenly stumbled upon being pushed forward. He knocked into the medical equipment on the side, causing a loud noise.

Johnson, who had been intensely focused on the surgery, was startled. His hand trembled, causing the scalpel to slip slightly.