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.

latter’s upcoming surgery, she still needed to fast. As a result, Arielle and Vinson had

returned to the hospital. Since Susanne was due for surgery

minor surgery, so don’t worry. There‘s no need to feel

worried or nervous at all,” Susanne replied with a

all, confident in Arielle’s

Arielle and Susanne got dressed in their respective outfits. Subsequently, they were escorted by the nurse and Vinson to the operating

was first injected with an anesthetic. Once its effects began to

with the attending physician. Under normal circumstances, it was rare for someone of his

surgery was two and a

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

other doctors. However, she made an exception for

alongside her hair tucked underneath the scrub cap, were