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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

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would 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."

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Helme 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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