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.

needed to fast. As a

the meal, the pair returned to the hospital. Since Susanne was due for surgery that day,

don’t worry. There‘s no need to feel nervous

not worried or nervous at all,” Susanne replied with a

was, after all, confident in

got dressed in their respective outfits. Subsequently, they were escorted by the nurse

Susanne was first injected with 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

of the surgery was two and a

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

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

the time she emerged from the operating theatre, her clothes, alongside her