Under the Heiress' Facade
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 helpbut wonder where those doctors who had doubted Hera had disappeared to.

The doctors lifted their heads and glanced at Aaron, seemingly questioning whether Hera wasindeed Mrs. Killian.

Ignoring their curious stares, Aaron reassured himself that Hera would eventually become 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 theirbalding 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 undeniablyhumiliating.

After a long night of surgery, Hera's face showed signs of exhaustion as she finally relaxed.Nevertheless, she instructed Johnson to take Bernard to the ward while she fetched heracupuncture kit.

"We certainly can't have doctors roaming around with shiny bald heads. It can be hurtful to theeyes," 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 atfault for neglecting their appearance.

As doctors, they felt that they should prioritize medical studies over their looks. Thus, they figuredthat they shouldn't be overly concerned about their baldness.

However, if their medical knowledge was sufficient, they might have resolved their baldness issuelong ago.

…

Bernard found himself trapped in a small, dark room. Inside, he was transported back to hischildhood, where his mother lay in a pool of blood, surrounded by mocking voices accusing him ofbeing illegitimate.

Faces with vicious smiles advanced toward him. They were the faces of the house helper whodesecrated his mother's ashes, the maid who held him underwater, and the cook who poisoned hisfood.

With reddened eyes, he clutched a dagger tightly, thrusting it at them relentlessly until they retreatedin fear. Discarding the dagger, he fled.

However, no matter how fast he ran and where he went, he found only endless darkness, as if hewere trapped alone in this world.

As fear, isolation, helplessness, and despair crept into his heart, pushing him to the verge ofcollapse, 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 eyelashes fluttered as she gazed at him with lowered eyes, a hintof joy flashing 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 hadworn off.

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