Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 171

Gurdyroots weren't exactly rare on the market. Century-old gurdyroots, on the other hand, were very rare to find nowadays.

Hera opened her laptop and logged into the Divine Forum, which she hadn't visited for quite some time. She asked a few alternative medical practitioners who were quite well-known for their own merit while ignoring the unread notifications. Alas, none of them possessed a century-old gurdyroot.

Her phone rang loudly at that moment. It was a call from Bernard.

"It's already night time. Where are you?" His husky voice drifted out of the loudspeaker.

Hera glanced at the time. Only then did she notice that it was already 7:00 pm.

The sky had already gone dark. All the streetlights on the campus were brightly lit.

"I'm still at the academy," Hera replied.

"Which part of the academy?"

Bernard's question caught Hera off guard. "Are you still at the academy?"

She remembered telling Bernard on WhatsApp earlier that afternoon that she needed to perform her duty roster chores, so she'd go home later than usual. That was why she wanted Bernard to go home on his own after he was done with his business at the academy.

"Yeah. I've just completed my business. I'll come get you right now. But I don't see any lights in the junior year students' classroom block."

"Don't go anywhere. I'll go find you instead."

Hera recalled that Bernard was still stuck in his wheelchair, so she quickly switched off her laptop and put on her jacket. She made sure to lock the chemistry lab up before scurrying away.

There was a short distance between the chemistry lab and classroom blocks. Hera descended all the way to the first floor. She spotted Bernard as she hurried down the path.

He could be seen sitting in his wheelchair on the deserted path. The dim yellow streetlight traced the outline of his handsome face, casting dark shadows on a portion of his face.

Bernard's regal-like bearing and sitting position made him seem like he was sitting on a throne instead of a wheelchair.

But the night breeze was extraordinarily chilly. His hands, which rested on the arms of the wheelchair, were starting to turn blue from the cold—the thought of Bernard wheeling everywhere in search of her strummed Hera's heartstrings.

"Why didn't you call me in advance?" she asked while approaching Bernard. A ball of white mist escaped from her lips as she spoke.

The temperature in Norburgh often dipped a few degrees lower during winter nights.

"I've already texted you, but you never replied," Bernard said. He dragged out his words slightly, making him seem pitiful and helpless.