My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

The following morning at eight o’clock, Freya headed to Radley’s ward.

Now that Ethan knew her identity as Professor Harlan, he was no longer avoiding her. He had event brought in several senior doctors to assist during the surgery.

As they entered the ward, Radley was already waiting quietly by the bedside. He knew Freya had increased the treatment plan’s success rate to fifty-one percent.

Fifty-one percent was a number that left people feeling uncertain. It was a chance worth taking, but the higher the stakes, the more nervous and uneasy everyone felt.

Rosie and Hannah were standing nearby, their hands trembling with nervousness. They knew that the outcome of this surgery was critical, and failure could leave Radley disabled.

Freya glanced at Radley and took a deep breath. She had been mentally preparing herself since the previous night, reminding herself to stay calm during the procedure. However, her hand trembled when she laid eyes on him.

Rosie grew even more concerned when she noticed Freya’s anxious state. “Freya, are you alright?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Freya replied.

Radley was gently lifted onto the surgical table and wheeled to the operating room. As the door closed. behind them, separating Rosie and Hannah from the inside, Freya couldn’t bear to see Rosie so anxious and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll ensure his recovery.”

Later, Freya stood by the surgical table, dressed in surgical attire with her long black hair tucked under a cap. She looked at Radley.

at her and reassured her, “It’s okay, don’t

nervous,”

observed the anesthesiologist administering anesthesia to Radley. She stood beside him and said softly,

eyes slowly closed,

nearby, looked at her with concern and asked, “Miss Kaufmann, should I step in for the

treatment plan this time. There are intricate details during the that are hard to convey quickly,” Freya explained. She turned to the surgical instruments cart, took a moment to center herself, and

sustained a severe leg injury in an explosion, causing significant damage to his bones and nerves, making

stood nearby, sweating profusely. He realized he lacked the confidence to manage such a demanding procedure

switched between surgical instruments, carefully realigning bones, reconnecting ligaments, and repairing damaged blood vessels and nerves. She was completely focused, putting her heart and

physical stamina began to wane due to his age. Eventually, a senior surgeon stepped ity

room, recovering from shock at her surgical precision, now regarded her with

day turned into night. Hannah and Rosie were on edge,

brought them water, offering. “Madam,

a typical surgery supposed to last this long?” She

his hands tightly. “I overheard Dr. Griffiths say earlier that if Miss Kaufmann can’t heal Mr. Monaghan,

her voice strained. “But the success rate is

room door remained closed, heightening Rosie’s anxiety. “Could something have happened to Radley? Maybe the hospital hesitates

verge of losing her composure. “Please, Madam, try to stay calm. It’s not what

finally finished the last