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.

nurse beside her, noticing that her voice had become

her with admiration. “It’s been nine

tension had taken

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

Ethan having to say a word, Freya knew that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests to determine the

but worry about Isabella waiting outside, undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting moment, but for Isabella, it must have

and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as

said, “Don’t worry, the surgery

few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as she

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

her steps were unsteady. “I’m going to see

was still under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his

concerned for her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be

on the vital signs displayed on

in the readings made

as she lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and

worry, this 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

before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced slumber.

awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any

until now, and her strength

“I’ll

that, Freya fell asleep. She was already exhausted just now.

mind was at case, she could finally sleep soundly.

Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his

must be exhausted

as she cast an apologetic glance

regained consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to

unaware of how fatigued

but Freya was

remained quiet.

grimaced in pain, but he still

call the doctor to administer a painkiller for

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

8 p.m. to 4 a.m.

she found Braxton sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside