My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

entered the operating theatre, where the anesthesiologist had been waiting patiently.

This time, Freya had specially enlisted the services of a top-notch international anesthesiologist, ensuring world-class expertise for the procedure.

She had prepared everything to the best of her ability. She had meticulously prepared for this moment,

ven going to bed early the previous night to ensure she was well-rested and fully alert.

The surgery commenced, and the bright lights of the operating room illuminated the scene.

Braxton’s face turned slightly pale, and Freya stayed by his side.

“Brax, don’t worry. The surgery will be successful.”

As the anesthesia took effect, Braxton managed to muster a smile at Freya before slipping into unconsciousness.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered.

Watching Braxton fall into a coma. Freya became teary

It was Braxton undergoing the surgery, yet he was the one comforting her.

She took a deep breath and had a nurse beside her wipe away her tears.

As a doctor, she understood the importance of maintaining composure, especially during surgery.

Her calm demeanor was crucial for her brother’s successful operation.

Freya quickly regained her focus as Ethan, the lead surgeon, began making an incision in Braxton’s lower abdomen.

Freya observed every detail of the surgical procedure, leaving no room for error.

The drug was delivered and administered into Braxton’s body.

Time ticked by. Freya was fully focused on the surgery, and the only sign of her exertion was the occasional bead of sweat, quickly wiped away by the attending nurse.

When the final stitch was made, Freya felt as if her soul had been drained.

She turned to look at Ethan beside her, whose condition was not much different from hers, looking like he might slump to the ground at any moment.

has it been?” Freya asked the nurse beside her, noticing that her voice had become hoarse.

at her with admiration. “It’s been

hours of intense concentration and tension had taken a toll on

Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for your hard work”

that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests to determine the effectiveness of

hours of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting

by a nurse, Freya exited the operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her

and said, “Don’t worry,

seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening

quickly reached out to support her and said with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of

her composure and stood upright, though her steps were unsteady.

as the nurses wheeled

go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be

on the vital signs displayed on

in the readings made her heart

was exhausted as soon as she lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and looked

worry, this reading is normal.”

the time for Braxton to wake up from anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall

made several attempts before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced slumber.

brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was

held on until now, and her strength was waning.

out. “I’ll sleep for

that, Freya fell asleep. She was

was at case,

were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister. A warm smile graced

must be

as she cast an apologetic glance at

consciousness, she had been too

unaware of how fatigued

worried, but Freya was on

remained

grimaced in pain, but he still endured without making a sound.

to administer a painkiller for you?”

only relieve pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call anyone over. It might wake

slept from 8 p.m. to 4

the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes wide open,