Douglas saw that Bernard's face had been pricked with two rows of sharp needles. Gold needles protruded from M-HN-3 and GV-26, making him look extremely comical.
"Bernard, do you feel unwell?" Douglas held back his laughter while asking.
"No," Bernard replied.
"Then…" Douglas pointed at the gold needles on his face.
"Hera did this to me."
Of course, Douglas knew that Hera was responsible for that. Aside from her, no one else would dare to stick needles on Bernard's face. He wondered whether he had looked into the mirror and seen how comical he looked.
Although Douglas did not learn medicine, he still had some knowledge of acupuncture points on the human body. Hera wasn't even doing acupuncture at all. She was clearly punishing Bernard.
It was hard to believe that the typically aloof Hera would do such childish things in private. Yet, Bernard just let her do as she pleased.
"Don't they hurt?" Douglas couldn't help but ask. It hurt him just seeing those needles.
Bernard answered, "They do."
"Then, why don't you take them out?" Douglas asked.
"Hera will be angry if I do that."
Douglas was speechless at how Bernard just let Hera have her way. He didn't even let anyone disturb her sleep, yet he allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Hera would become uncontrollable one day, thanks to how Bernard spoiled her.
Bernard checked the contract Douglas had brought along. Once certain everything was correct, he signed it. Then, he picked up the mop from the side and continued mopping the floor.
Meanwhile, Hera leaned against the headboard while cuddling with Tiramisu. Having overheard the conversation, she couldn't help but smile.
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