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.

reassured her, “It’s okay,

nervous,” she

stood beside

eyes slowly closed,

concern and asked,

explained. She turned to the surgical instruments cart, took a moment to center herself,

significant damage to his bones and nerves, making the surgery

profusely. He realized he lacked the confidence to manage such a demanding procedure without her direct participation. These

reconnecting ligaments, and repairing damaged

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

passed slowly as the nurses wiped away sweat, looking at Freya with admiration. The doctors in the room, recovering from shock at her surgical precision, now

day turned into night. Hannah and Rosie

water, offering. “Madam, Miss, have some water.”

to last this long?” She had never heard of a surgery lasting so long and asked, “Could Radley’s condition be that serious?”

Griffiths say earlier that if Miss Kaufmann

her eyes, her voice strained. “But

room door remained closed, heightening Rosie’s anxiety. “Could something have happened to Radley? Maybe the hospital hesitates to take responsibility, so they’re stalling.”

on the verge of losing her composure. “Please, Madam, try to stay calm. It’s not what it seems. Mr.

finished the last stitches of