Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 625

There was a scar on Linda's throat where her larynx was! She had indeed undergone surgery before!

The doors of the operating room opened once again, and a few nurses pushed Roman out into the corridor. The bed which he lay on was covered with a white cloth.

"Roman… " Aurora murmured, her eyes glued to the bed as she fell to her knees beside the bed and bawled her eyes out.

After suspecting Roman of swapping the drugs, she had indeed been furious at him. But now, when she saw his lifeless body before her, her heart shattered.

She had always treated him like her own child, after all.

"Roman, you fool. We could've talked it out. Why did you have to take your own life?" Linda started weeping too. "If Roman had admitted his fault, he wouldn't have died so young."

All the while, Hera stood beside them and watched the people cry around the bed. She had no sympathy for these members of the Killian family.

All of a sudden, she heard someone approaching her from behind. The air the person exuded seemed different.

She turned just in time to see Bernard stopping behind her in his usual black suit. Shocked to see him here, she took off her mask.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

Bernard's cold glance swept over the weeping people. He didn't seem affected in the least. It was as if he were looking at some strangers.

Looking away from them, he told Hera, "I was told that Gemma was looking for you, so I came here to see if they were giving you a hard time."

Hera lifted an eyebrow. "Me? Having a hard time?"

"What's this, then?" he asked, reaching up to tilt Hera's chin. His thumb gently caressed her left cheek, where a scab had formed on a cut that was about an inch long.

She got cut when she dragged Roman back into the lake. The tree branches that dipped near the lake cut her face, but she didn't notice it.

Her clothes and hair were dry now, so she didn't care if she looked like a mess or not. Now that Bernard touched her face, she felt the pain and realized that there was a wound there.

"Who did this to you?" Bernard's voice was laced with frost.

When he spoke, his expression turned as cold and chilling as his voice. If Hera were to answer the question, he'd immediately order Douglas to get rid of the person who dared to hurt her.

"He's there," answered Hera, tilting her chin in the direction of the bed.