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Not long after the nurse left, Aura was led into Anne’s office.

“Be careful when stitching up my wound. I don’t want any scars!” Aura ordered coldly before she leaned back in her chair and started watching videos on her phone.

Her behavior displeased Anne, but she was a doctor above all else. Lowering her head, she began to stitch Aura’s wound seriously.

Just as Anne squatted down and was about to start sewing, all while Aura was watching a drama on her phone, Nigel accidentally fell on Anne.

“Ouch!”

right on Aura’s wound. He took the

pain that her entire face contorted in an instant, and she almost jumped

head and confessed his mistake, “Beautiful Auntie,

with pain AS

with those pitiful doe eyes. “Pretty Auntie, if you’re

round with anger. She was an adult! Was she going to fall flat on

like to fool around,” Anne apologized in a low voice as she began to disinfect Aura’s wound with alcohol. “It’ll hurt a

sounded more