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,

nervous,” she

to Radley. She stood beside him and said softly, “Just close

closed, her breathing

and asked, “Miss Kaufmann, should I step in

are hard to convey quickly,” Freya explained. She turned to the surgical instruments cart, took a

severe leg injury in an explosion, causing significant damage to his

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

realigning bones, reconnecting ligaments, and repairing damaged blood vessels

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

from shock at her surgical precision, now regarded her with deep respect. They understood that Professor Harlan was not

room, day turned into night. Hannah and Rosie were

water, offering. “Madam, Miss,

“Freya has been in surgery for nearly ten hours. Is a typical surgery supposed to last this long?” She had never heard of a surgery lasting

the operating room door, clenching his hands tightly. “I overheard Dr. Griffiths say earlier that if Miss Kaufmann can’t heal Mr. Monaghan, no

welling in her eyes, her voice strained.

worried expressions of the three, the operating room door remained closed, heightening Rosie’s anxiety. “Could

as she was on the verge of losing her composure. “Please, Madam, try to stay calm. It’s not what

finished the last stitches