Chapter 140


    Staring at those shiny bald heads kneeling before her, Hera turned to Aaron and asked calmly,


    "What''s going on?"


    She wondered why they suddenly started addressing her as Mrs. Killian after the surgery.


    Aaron hadn''t expected the usually serious doctors to turn so sycophantic suddenly. He couldn''t help


    but wonder where those doctors who had doubted Hera had disappeared to.


    The doctors lifted their heads and nced at Aaron, seemingly questioning whether Hera was


    indeed Mrs. Killian.


    Ignoring their curious stares, Aaron reassured himself that Hera would eventually be Mrs.


    Killian anyway, so he wasn''t exactly lying.


    "They''re simply in awe of your extraordinary medical skills. They wondered if you could cure their


    balding issues," Aaron replied to Hera''s question with a fabricated reason.


    The doctors were taken aback by Aaron''s statement. While not offensive, it was undeniably


    humiliating.


    After a long night of surgery, Hera''s face showed signs of exhaustion as she finally rxed.


    Nevertheless, she instructed Johnson to take Bernard to the ward while she fetched her


    acupuncture kit.


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    "We certainly can''t have doctors roaming around with shiny bald heads. It can be hurtful to the


    eyes," Hera remarked as she spread her kit on a chair in the hallway.


    Aaron was dumbfounded. He didn''t expect her actually to know how to cure baldness.


    Meanwhile, the doctors were left speechless. They began to debate internally whether they were at


    fault for neglecting their appearance.


    As doctors, they felt that they should prioritize medical studies over their looks. Thus, they figured


    that they shouldn''t be overly concerned about their baldness.


    However, if their medical knowledge was sufficient, they might have resolved their baldness issue


    long ago.


    …


    Bernard found himself trapped in a small, dark room. Inside, he was transported back to his


    childhood, where his mothery in a pool of blood, surrounded by mocking voices using him of


    being illegitimate.


    Faces with vicious smiles advanced toward him. They were the faces of the house helper who


    desecrated his mother''s ashes, the maid who held him underwater, and the cook who poisoned his


    food.


    With reddened eyes, he clutched a dagger tightly, thrusting it at them relentlessly until they retreated


    in fear. Discarding the dagger, he fled.


    However, no matter how fast he ran and where he went, he found only endless darkness, as if he


    were trapped alone in this world.


    As fear, istion, helplessness, and despair crept into his heart, pushing him to the verge of


    copse, he suddenly heard a familiar yet cold female voice.


    He dashed toward the voice until he glimpsed a glimmer of light ahead.


    "Bernard…"


    When Bernard opened his eyes, his gaze found the face he had longed for.


    Upon seeing him awake, Hera''s eyshes fluttered as she gazed at him with lowered eyes, a hint


    of joy shing across them.


    "I might have resorted to using my needles to wake you if you hadn''t woken up," Hera teased.


    Bernard slowly closed his eyes again, feeling the intense pain in his left leg after the anesthesia had


    worn off.


    The pain reminded him that the scene before him wasn''t a dream. Hera was here with him, and so


    was his leg.


    With a twitch of his discolored lips, he said, "Perhaps your kiss could fully awaken me."


    Hera was left speechless by his request.