The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 164

The moment I approached the vehicle, the driver pulled the door open. Inside sat Vivian, her face set in a cold, rigid mask.

I climbed in respectfully, but before I could even settle into the seat, she fired off her interrogation. "Ferris is in massive trouble, and you didn't even bother to give the family a heads-up? If the Sterlings didn't have eyes and ears everywhere, Mr. Sterling and I would still be in the dark."

"I'm sorry, I was in a meeting—"

"Is a meeting more important than Ferris? Is your job more important than your own husband?"

I absorbed her aggressive badgering, keeping my tone level. "It all happened so fast. I was still trying to figure out what was going on."

"And? What did you figure out?"

Thinking of the wild rumors circulating the wards, I shook my head helplessly. Vivian scoffed, a harsh sound full of mockery. "You work in the exact same hospital. Your husband gets hauled off, and as his wife, you know absolutely nothing. It's a shame Ferris wastes so much devotion on you."

I furrowed my brows. The dull throb radiating from the stitches on my forehead felt like a silent, cruel joke.

"However..." Vivian suddenly changed her tune, staring at me with a severe expression. "I heard you had several encounters with this Beatrice Thorne?"

I was stunned by how well-connected she was. I hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. "Yes. I interacted with her during post-op rounds."

Vivian gave a curt nod. "The Thorne Family has serious leverage in Port Capital. This isn't going to blow over easily. Standard protocol means The Medical Board will pull you in for questioning. I don't need to teach you what to say when that happens, do I?"

It sounded awfully familiar.

Dr. Logan had just hammered the exact same point during his lecture.

With that parting shot, Vivian dismissed me. I stepped out, watching the Escalade pull away. A heavy weight settled over my chest, pulling me down into a suffocating dread.

"I finally found you, Selena!"

That sugary-sweet voice snapped me out of my trance. I turned around to find Zoey standing just a few feet away.

She looked panicked, darting her eyes between me and the direction the car had gone. "That license plate looked familiar. Was that a friend of yours?"

I realized she was fishing for information about Vivian. Instead of answering, I deflected. "Did you need me for something, Dr. Zeller?"

"The Medical Board took Ferris in for questioning, and they'll probably call us up soon," Zoey stepped closer, her voice frantic. "Selena, can you think of any way to get in touch with his family?"