The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 201

Thorne Logistics had already posted a statement on Twitter.

The statement claimed that Ms. Hayes's accusations against them were completely unfounded and false. They announced their intent to take legal action for defamation, demanding a public apology and financial compensation.

I was utterly speechless after reading the statement, finally understanding what it meant for a thief to cry foul.

On the other end of the line, Lucille sounded deeply worried. "What are we going to do, Selena? If this isn't resolved properly, we'll have to pay millions of dollars in damages. Even if we sold The Hayes Residence, we couldn't afford it."

I tightened my grip on the phone before relaxing my fingers, my voice firm. "I'll handle it. Don't worry about it."

Lucille was visibly anxious and lashed out. "How can I not worry? I'm your mother, I..."

"Mom," I interrupted, my tone heavy with sincerity. "Just protect yourself. Trust me."

Lucille reluctantly hung up.

Staring at the statement online, I logged into my account and posted the pre-written details regarding Barney's situation. I added a note at the end: "I take full responsibility for every word I say."

Since laying low and hoping for peace clearly wasn't working, I decided to attack head-on.

They might be able to silence the other drivers, but they forgot about the crucial witness in this case: Barney.

The police mentioned he was awake but had completely refused to speak about the accident so far. If I could convince him to talk, it would definitely turn the tide.

With that thought in mind, I immediately got ready to leave. However, the moment I stepped out of the bedroom, I bumped into a sleepy-eyed Ferris.

Our gazes met, locking in the air. The intimate tension from last night flashed through my mind, and I guiltily averted my eyes, completely forgetting to greet him.

Ferris didn't say a word either.

The room fell into a brief, awkward silence.

Remembering my morning shift, I was just about to offer a polite greeting when Ferris asked, "When did you get back?"

He seemed completely oblivious to what happened last night.

My arrival was probably too sudden. A small crowd had gathered at the door, watching me as if I were a monkey in a circus.

Just then, two familiar figures walked through the door. A closer look revealed none other than Zoey Zeller and Zelda Ziegler.

Zoey looked at me with feigned surprise and deep concern. "Selena, why did you suddenly come to the hospital? If those extreme netizens find out you're here, won't you be in danger?"

"Exactly. Last time they threw paint at Dr. Hayes, who knows what they'll throw next?" Zelda chimed in, her voice loud and grating. "If it hits the rest of the staff or disrupts everyone's work, that wouldn't be great, would it?"

Her sarcastic tone dripped with malice.

"Zelda, don't say that. Selena doesn't want this either," Zoey said softly, stealing a glance at me. "She's suffering in silence."

Watching their little double act, I recalled their chat history from the group thread yesterday. Glancing at the colleagues hovering near the door, a sudden surge of courage hit me. I swiftly pulled the paint-stained lab coat off the hanger, slipped it on, and declared, "The ones in the wrong are the capitalists exploiting the truck drivers, not me. I have no reason to hide. And another thing..."

I paused, my gaze settling squarely on Zoey and Zelda. "I heard the Department of Neurosurgery is incredibly busy. Thanks for going out of your way to visit."

Hearing this, Zoey's face flushed crimson, and she stared at me, completely caught off guard.