The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 180

Tears pricked my eyes as I watched him.

"Beatrice, you fool..." The burly man's face was completely drenched in tears. As if a dark resolve had suddenly settled over him, he traced the digital ink on the screen and whispered, "It's okay. I'm coming to join you right now."

The moment the words left his mouth, he bolted violently toward the window. Thank God the security guards reacted in time and tackled him to the ground.

Since The Medical Board and the hospital had jointly verified the evidence, Beatrice's tragic case was officially closed.

The Medical Board officials and the Thorne family's legal team filed out shortly after, leaving only the hospital staff in the conference room.

I was still entirely reeling from Beatrice's letter. My mind was a complete blur.

I finally understood. Beatrice had chosen to leave this world with her dignity intact. And Terrence, the man who seemed so ruthlessly pragmatic, had instantly tried to follow her into death without a second thought...

Perhaps that was what a true marriage looked like.

"I want to give special commendation to Dr. Lennox for this incident," Dean Davidson announced, delivering his concluding remarks with strict authority. "When things were looking dire, he took an unconventional route, approached the patient's family directly, and stopped a massive crisis from escalating. Excellent work."

Leon rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Actually, it was a joint effort between Dr. Hayes and myself. What you don't know is that when we met with Terrence Thorne, he had a samurai sword pressed directly against Dr. Hayes's throat. She was the one who stayed completely calm and talked him down."

At the mention of my name, every pair of eyes in the room instantly locked onto me.

Dean Davidson paused, giving me an approving once-over. "Ah, the rising star from Anesthesiology, isn't it?"

"Yes, absolutely, Dean!" Dr. Logan suddenly piped up, practically glowing with smug pride. "Selena is my intern. I didn't let you down, did I?"

It was her usual aristocratic arrogance, dripping with disdain.

In the past, I would have swallowed my pride and endured it. But today, after reading the letter Beatrice left for Terrence, I had a brutal epiphany. A real marriage inspires two people to move forward together. It wasn't whatever Ferris and I had—constantly tearing each other down and torturing one another.

Maybe it was finally time to make my stance crystal clear to both of them.

I took a deep breath, looked Vivian in the eye, and said calmly, "You're right. We should just get a divorce."

Lucille and Vivian stared at me, completely dumbfounded. Lucille sprang up from the couch, waving her hands in sheer panic. "Oh, listen to this girl spout absolute nonsense! Ferris, please, you can't possibly take her seriously!"

I whipped my head around, only to realize that Ferris was standing right behind me.