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.

Freya asked the nurse beside

with admiration. “It’s

concentration and tension

to Ethan, Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for your

that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time

for her had passed

immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled

chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the surgery

stood still for a few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as she

smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care of my brother. Hang in there.”

quickly regained her composure and stood upright, though her steps

of anesthesia as

instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought

sat beside Braxton, her gaze fixed on the vital signs

readings made her heart skip a

as soon as she lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and looked at Isabella, occasionally

reading is normal.”

calculated 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 back asleep. Keep him alert until

before Braxton finally emerged from

was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there

had held on until now, and her strength

“I’ll sleep

asleep. She was already exhausted just now.

her mind was at case, she could finally sleep

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

must be

she cast an apologetic glance

consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to consides

of how fatigued Freya was.

but Freya was on the

ward remained quiet.

pain, but

to administer

strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call

8 p.m. to

sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him,