The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 182

"No, Vivian, I think you're the one who forgot exactly why Maxwell is in that care center! If he hadn't taken those three knife wounds for Ferris, it would be your son lying in a hospital bed right now!"

"You... you..." Vivian finally lost her temper. Her index finger trembled as she pointed at Lucille. She whipped around to face Ferris. "Ferris, look at the absolute nerve of this mother and daughter! Say something!"

Ferris, who was calmly pouring a glass of water, slowly lifted his gaze. He looked at the two middle-aged women, then glanced at me, his tone incredibly light. "It's just a silly argument between a husband and wife. Are you two actually taking it seriously?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, both Lucille and Vivian went wide-eyed with disbelief. Even I was too stunned to speak.

Then Ferris brought up the fact that I had gone to see Marcus Thorne, adding, "Selena had the best of intentions. How could I not understand that?"

As he spoke, he walked toward me with the glass of water and pressed it affectionately into my hand, his eyes melting with warmth.

He had effortlessly tapped into his flawless 'perfect husband' act.

But why? This time, things were more fractured between us than ever before. He could have easily used this opportunity to kick me out of the game. Why the sudden change of heart?

"Alright, Mom, Lucille," Ferris turned back to the two women, his voice steady. "You've been arguing for a while, you must be exhausted. Why don't you head home and get some rest?"

His voice was as smooth as ever, but there was an undeniable, icy finality laced through his words.

His expression was peaceful, but it radiated an invisible, suffocating pressure.

"Ferris, about this..."

"Rest," Ferris cut Vivian off smoothly. "The driver is waiting downstairs."

Seeing that Ferris's mind was made up, Vivian shot me a venomous glare and marched briskly toward the door.

Lucille quickly winked at me before sliding back into her sweet, understanding persona. "Wait up, Vivian, let's walk out together."

I didn't want to fight with him. I only had a month left until the contract expired. I could wait.

With that thought, I raised the glass and took a large gulp right in front of him.

"Thank you."

Without another word, I turned around, set the glass down, and quietly walked into the bedroom.

No arguments, no fuss.

At this point, I had come to a realization. Rather than wasting my energy bickering with Ferris, I was better off focusing on my career.

What I didn't expect was that my professional life was about to face its first massive hurricane.