Under the Heiress' Facade

Everly asked worriedly, "You mean, these incidents are planned?"

Hera hummed in response.

"Then what do we do?" Everly pressed anxiously.

"The best thing we can do is nothing, which will drive our enemy crazy," Hera said reassuringly.

"As long as we have things under control, the authorities won't be alerted. Don't worry. I know what to do."

Everly nodded. She trusted Hera. After that, she returned to cooking medicine for the patients.

Leon was cleaning up when Hera asked, "Leon, has Nicholas paid the bill yet?"

Nicholas' haughty drawl sounded from the entrance at that moment, "Miss me already? We just saw each other yesterday!"

He swaggered into the clinic in his leather boots and jacket. His shades perched atop his nose bridge.

Anticipating another scuffle, Leon frowned and blocked Nicholas' way before he could approach Hera.

"We just didn't want to write you off as a bad debt, Mr. Sanderson. Since you're here, would you mind settling your father's bill first?" "That kind of money is nothing to me!"

Nicholas scoffed, took a check made out for 50 thousand dollars, and slapped it on the table.

"Here you go! Keep the change."

Leon verified that it was not a false check and pointed out, "You still owe us the damages for those two mahogany chairs."

Nicholas stared at Leon grimly.

"It's fine," Hera interjected.

"Call your ruffian buddies over and have them guard the clinic entrance, and we'll call it even."

"You want me to play guard dog even though all I did was trash two chairs?" Nicholas snapped. Hera shrugged.

"Far be it from me to stop you from achieving your dreams of becoming a canine, Nicholas."

Leon couldn't help sputtering.

"Shut up! What are you laughing at? You're the dog here, not me!"

Nicholas glared at Leon. He would have kicked another chair out of anger if Leon hadn't stopped him.

"Kick that chair, and you'll find yourself playing guard dog for a few extra hours, Mr. Sanderson."

Nicholas was about to swear when Hera asked, "So, will you help me out or not?"

He froze.

"Are you actually asking for my help?"

He licked his lips as he considered this.

"I'll say yes, but on one condition."

"Name it," Hera said.

"You'll have to buy me a meal," Nicholas said.

That didn't sound like much.

Hera agreed, "Deal."

"I get to choose the time and place," he added.

"All right," she acquiesced.

Only then did Nicholas call his ruffian buddies over.

Within moments, a few young men with dyed hair and ear studs gathered in front of the clinic. When the troublemakers who had been paid to cause a scene at the clinic saw Nicholas and his crew of ruffians standing guard outside, they abandoned their plans and turned around to leave. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

However, Nicholas wouldn't let them get away that easily. He and his men went up to these troublemakers, slinging their arms over the

troublemakers' shoulders and

interrogating them.

Only hooligans could put these troublemakers in their places.

Camille was wearing a white lab coat as she helped Aurora out of the obstetrics examination room at Reinland Hospital.

"Good news, Aurora. The ultrasound

shows that the blastocyst is doing

well in the uterus. Your baby is growing just fine," Camille explained, smilingly.

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Aurora beamed as she gripped Camille's hands tightly.

"They don't call you Dr. Shadow for nothing, Camille! Thank you for helping me become a mother."

"Don't mention it," Camille said warmly.

"I'm just doing my job."