บททั้งหมดของ Beneath The Facade : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

AIDENNeil approaches my desk table later with a first-aid kit in his hand. "We haven't needed this for so long; it was hard finding its actual location," he mutters under his breath as he sets the box down on the center table in the lounge area. I'm at my desk, wrapping up my work and leaving notes behind for whoever will succeed me in this office following my resignation. "Come on. Let's get your wounds treated before they scar," Neil says. My chair's wheels glide backward as I push it away, and I rise from it, walking toward Neil and sitting down on one of the couches. He opens the first-aid box, seeking the items he'll need to treat my bruises. One end of my lower lip burns, and one eye appears heavier than the other, although the injury is minimal. I can still see, but it's not as clearly as with my uninjured eye. My jaw hurts intensely. My side burns, but I angrily ignored the pain, lowering myself to my seat after my call with Detective Jordan. I would eventually take care

HERMIONE A round of applause surges in the arena, with several physicians rising to their feet, hugely impressed as the demonstration concludes. It showcases an innovative application of advanced medical care, utilizing telesurgery to perform a thoracoscopic lung lobectomy. With the experienced surgeon located remotely from the patient's location, a transcontinental telesurgery leveraging 5G and fiber-optic technology infrastructure is employed, eliminating the need for the patient to travel. Patients can now receive expert surgical care without having to fly out of their respective locations to meet more experienced surgeons; instead, the surgeon can operate from a different continent. Breaths are held during the procedure, as the slightest delay in response from the robotic-assisted technology could jeopardize the patient's life. However, the surgery is completed successfully.I am in awe of this cutting-edge technological medical advancement; it is poised to make a significant i

AIDEN I am preparing the final pancake when Hermione arrives, appearing as delectable as ever. Her heels precede her entrance, creating a soft, coordinated rhythm that is like music to the ears.Everything about Hermie captivates me, and I cannot help but admire her.She is ineffably beautiful. Radiant."Hey, gorgeous," I greet her."Handsome," she responds with an exuberant smile. She possesses a certain radiance, and I recognize that it is, in part, a result of my efforts. Pride and contentment swell within me. I gesture for her to embrace me.She complies. I capture her lips in mine before she withdraws, moving gracefully towards the island where I have arranged breakfast."Thanks for breakfast, hon," she offers, giving me a thumbs-up. She cuts a portion of her pancake with her fork and dips it into her mouth. She moans softly as she chews. "This is good!" Excitement washes over her, and she gives me two thumbs-up with the fork held between her fingers. "I missed this. You're a n

HERMIONE "Snugglebug!" Dad exclaims, embracing me the moment I step inside, grinning. "Dad," I reply, embracing him in return, smiling as well. It's been ages since I've felt the warmth of his embrace and the familiar richness of his scent. Dad steps back, holding out his hand in a silent gesture for me to take, so he can escort me inside. I roll my eyes good-naturedly, smiling despite myself. "You still treat me like a child," I say, my lips spreading into an amused smile."You are my child," Dad replies. "No matter how grown up you are, I will always be your father." I narrow my eyes, my lips flattening into a playful smile at Dad's words. Pushing out my lips in a mock pout, I slip my hand into Dad's, and together we walk into the living room.Mom is sitting on a cushion, her nose buried in her phone. One could hardly tell from her posture that she is unwell, unless they noticed the tension in her eyebrows, the flare of her nostrils, and the set of her jaw, which indicates her

AIDEN"Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results."He's been following a fairly predictable pattern," the Ghost adds. "Isn't that potentially a ruse?" I ask. "I doubt it," the Ghost responds. "After leaving work early, he visits an exclusive gentleman's club, where he spends his hours with escorts before returning home heavily intoxicated." "So, he's shown no signs of pla