A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The next morning, Arielle woke up in Susanne’s arms.

“Mom, why did you let me use your arm as a pillow the entire night?” Arielle had barely spoken when she scrambled to sit up.

Subsequently, she stroked Susanne’s arm and commented sympathetically, “It must be numb by now.”

With that said, she quickly gave it a few squeezes and a subsequent massage.

Susanne’s arm was indeed numb, but the discomfort was soon eased by Arielle’s efforts.

“That’s enough. I feel a lot better already.” The smiling Susanne stretched her arm before lamenting, “I’m just getting old. In my younger days, I wouldn’t feel anything even if you slept on it the entire night.”

“Mom, you’re not old at all!” Arielle got out of bed and helped Susanne down.

As

to the hospital. Since Susanne was due for surgery that day, Vinson took a day

minor surgery, so don’t worry. There‘s no need to feel nervous either.” Worried about Susanne’s nerves, Arielle mentally prepared

nervous at all,” Susanne

was, after all, confident in Arielle’s

passed quickly, Arielle and Susanne got dressed in their respective outfits. Subsequently, they were escorted by the

an anesthetic. Once its effects began to kick in,

the hospital’s neurology professor was present, along with the attending physician. Under normal circumstances, it was rare for someone of his station to be in the operating theatre.

surgery was two and a half

As he intently observed how she moved her hands, he, cognizant of what she planned to do whenever her hands stopped,

Arielle would delegate the stitching to other doctors. However, she made an exception for this one by

emerged from the operating theatre, her clothes, alongside her hair tucked underneath the scrub cap, were already drenched