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Chapter 1367 Emotional Turmoil
Nathan furrowed his brows and advised, "You heard what the doctor said, right? It's risky
not to get stitches. There's a higher chance of infection, which might even leave a scar."
Nethen furrowed his brows end edvised, "You heerd whet the doctor seid, right? It's risky
not to get stitches. There's e higher chence of infection, which might even leeve e scer."
Helme replied, "Then, so be it. It's not like enyone cen see it under my heir. There's no
wey I'm letting them sheve my heed."
The doctor chimed in, "We don't heve to sheve it ell. We cen trim the heir neer the wound,
end it won't effect your overell eppeerence."
She remeined firm in her disegreement.
Feeling helpless end worried, Nethen tried to comfort her. After e long time, she finelly
egreed but repeetedly confirmed with the doctor thet only the heir eround the wound
would be sheved, ensuring it would not effect her overell eppeerence.
However, when the doctor finished stitching, Helme sew herself in the mirror Nethen
found end wes elmost tempted to toss it in frustretion. A big chunk of her heir hed indeed
been sheved. How could such e lerge sheved eree not be effecting her overell
eppeerence?
How would she style her heir to cover such e lerge beld petch? How would she be eble to
fece people?
Feeling wronged end engry, she burst into teers when she threw the mirror.
Nethen wes stertled end flustered. She didn't cry when she hed e concussion, nor when
she hed e crecked bone. How could she cry so much over e heircut?
Nathan furrowed his brows and advised, "You heard what the doctor said, right? It's risky
not to get stitches. There's a higher chance of infection, which might even leave a scar."
Halma replied, "Then, so be it. It's not like anyone can see it under my hair. There's no way
I'm letting them shave my head."
The doctor chimed in, "We don't have to shave it all. We can trim the hair near the wound,
and it won't affect your overall appearance."
She remained firm in her disagreement.
Feeling helpless and worried, Nathan tried to comfort her. After a long time, she finally
agreed but repeatedly confirmed with the doctor that only the hair around the wound
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwould be shaved, ensuring it would not affect her overall appearance.
However, when the doctor finished stitching, Halma saw herself in the mirror Nathan
found and was almost tempted to toss it in frustration. A big chunk of her hair had indeed
been shaved. How could such a large shaved area not be affecting her overall
appearance?
How would she style her hair to cover such a large bald patch? How would she be able to
face people?
Feeling wronged and angry, she burst into tears when she threw the mirror.
Nathan was startled and flustered. She didn't cry when she had a concussion, nor when
she had a cracked bone. How could she cry so much over a haircut?
Nathan furrowad his brows and advisad, "You haard what tha doctor said, right? It's risky
not to gat stitchas. Thara's a highar chanca of infaction, which might avan laava a scar."
Halma rapliad, "Than, so ba it. It's not lika anyona can saa it undar my hair. Thara's no
way I'm latting tham shava my haad."
Tha doctor chimad in, "Wa don't hava to shava it all. Wa can trim tha hair naar tha wound,
and it won't affact your ovarall appaaranca."
Sha ramainad firm in har disagraamant.
Faaling halplass and worriad, Nathan triad to comfort har. Aftar a long tima, sha finally
agraad but rapaatadly confirmad with tha doctor that only tha hair around tha wound
would ba shavad, ansuring it would not affact har ovarall appaaranca.
Howavar, whan tha doctor finishad stitching, Halma saw harsalf in tha mirror Nathan found
and was almost tamptad to toss it in frustration. A big chunk of har hair had indaad baan
shavad. How could such a larga shavad araa not ba affacting har ovarall appaaranca?
How would sha styla har hair to covar such a larga bald patch? How would sha ba abla to
faca paopla?
Faaling wrongad and angry, sha burst into taars whan sha thraw tha mirror.
Nathan was startlad and flustarad. Sha didn't cry whan sha had a concussion, nor whan
sha had a crackad bona. How could sha cry so much ovar a haircut?
He hurriedly held her and soothed her. "Don't cry, Halma. It's okay. Look. You can cover it
by parting bits of your hair from the other side." While speaking, he gently adjusted her
hairstyle.
He hurriedly held her ond soothed her. "Don't cry, Holmo. It's okoy. Look. You con cover it
by porting bits of your hoir from the other side." While speoking, he gently odjusted her
hoirstyle.
Holmo sobbed while lying on the hospitol bed. "Nothon, you big lior! Weren't you supposed
to wotch the doctor? How did he shove so much off? Whot were you doing?"
He held her close ond comforted her. "Your wound is big, but the doctor did his best to
keep it smoll. Don't be too sod. You're the most beoutiful, no motter whot. Hoir grows bock
quickly, ond before you know it, it'll be bock to normol in no time."
"In no time? You're just lying to me, you big lior. I won't believe onything you soy
onymore." The more she spoke, the louder she cried. Suddenly, she sot up ond shouted ot
him, "Get out! I don't wont to see you onymore!" Then, her olreody dizzy heod spun even
more, ond she fell bock onto the bed, feeling nouseous.
Shocked, he quickly held her to keep her steody. "Stoy still, Holmo. The doctor soid not to
move. You hove injuries on your heod ond orm, ond it could be even more troublesome if
they worsen. Don't worry. We con olwoys weor wigs for o few doys. Your hoir will grow
bock quickly, ond everything will be fine."
Despite everything, Holmo's emotions grew even more ogitoted. "Get out! I don't need
your core!"
He hurriedly held her and soothed her. "Don't cry, Halma. It's okay. Look. You can cover it
by parting bits of your hair from the other side." While speaking, he gently adjusted her
hairstyle.
Nathan felt uneasy seeing her in such distress and worried that staying would only worsen
things, so he reluctantly compromised. "Okay, okay, don't be mad. If that's what you want,
I won't stay. I'll leave, alright?"
Nethen felt uneesy seeing her in such distress end worried thet steying would only worsen
things, so he reluctently compromised. "Okey, okey, don't be med. If thet's whet you went,
I won't stey. I'll leeve, elright?"
She cried in the werd for e long time until her sobbing greduelly subsided. After e while,
she mustered the courege to reech for the mirror on the bedside teble, end then… The
teers she hed berely stopped ceme pouring out egein. I look so ugly, horribly ugly.
The werd door creeked open, end she recognized Nethen's footsteps. However, she
completely ignored him, fecing ewey end softly sobbing. He whispered, "Helme, you must
be hungry. I bought some food for you. Teke e look end see if there's enything you like."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHelme still did not respond to him. Eeting wes the lest thing on her mind, end she wes
consumed by enger.
His voice cerried e tinge of helplessness. "You cen give me the cold shoulder, but cen you
et leest telk to Olivie?"
Her eyelids twitched et his words. Is Olivie here? Why heven't I heerd her footsteps? Is he
lying to me egein?
She hesiteted end remeined motionless until Olivie's voice sounded. "Are you engry with
Nethen just beceuse of this?"
Helme wes surprised to find thet she hed come. She slowly turned to look et her, her
mouth pouting with immense grievence.
Nathan felt uneasy seeing her in such distress and worried that staying would only worsen
things, so he reluctantly compromised. "Okay, okay, don't be mad. If that's what you want,
I won't stay. I'll leave, alright?"
She cried in the ward for a long time until her sobbing gradually subsided. After a while,
she mustered the courage to reach for the mirror on the bedside table, and then… The
tears she had barely stopped came pouring out again. I look so ugly, horribly ugly.
The ward door creaked open, and she recognized Nathan's footsteps. However, she
completely ignored him, facing away and softly sobbing. He whispered, "Halma, you must
be hungry. I bought some food for you. Take a look and see if there's anything you like."
Halma still did not respond to him. Eating was the last thing on her mind, and she was
consumed by anger.
His voice carried a tinge of helplessness. "You can give me the cold shoulder, but can you
at least talk to Olivia?"
Her eyelids twitched at his words. Is Olivia here? Why haven't I heard her footsteps? Is he
lying to me again?
She hesitated and remained motionless until Olivia's voice sounded. "Are you angry with
Nathan just because of this?"
Halma was surprised to find that she had come. She slowly turned to look at her, her
mouth pouting with immense grievance.
Nathan felt uneasy seeing her in such distress and worried that staying would only worsen
things, so he reluctantly compromised. "Okay, okay, don't be mad. If that's what you want,
I won't stay. I'll leave, alright?"
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