The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 209

He spoke with a sickeningly playful tone.

When he said the word "game," he sounded incredibly smug, as if thoroughly enjoying my misery.

I gripped the phone tighter. "What game?"

"Come on, Dr. Hayes, you're smarter than that. How was your surprise this morning? Did you enjoy it?"

The surprise this morning?

The words echoed in my head. My mind raced back to the sudden deterioration of Barney's condition and the deleted charts. My blood ran cold. "Are you saying you tampered with Barney's condition too?"

He was too cunning to answer directly, letting out a dark chuckle instead. "And the deleted charts?" I pushed.

Still no confirmation.

I knew he was covering his tracks, so I tried to bait him. "I don't buy it. This is Capital General. You can't just waltz in and hack the system."

"Nice try, Dr. Hayes," he drawled, completely unfazed. "I'm just calling to remind you that you started this game. You have the power to hit pause or keep playing. I'm just dying to see what our brave, righteous doctor will choose next."

He was openly threatening me. "The truth always comes to light," I hissed. "You won't get away with this."

"Hahaha!" Manic laughter exploded through the speaker. "Looks like you aren't ready to hit pause, Doctor."

My fingers flew across the screen, securing the recording of the call.

Unfortunately, the bastard was too careful. I hadn't managed to extract a single piece of hard evidence.

Just then, the elevator doors down the hall slid open. A team of nurses rushed out, pushing a gurney with a heavily bleeding patient.

Suddenly, the young nurse steering the bed twisted her ankle, crashing hard onto the linoleum floor.

I immediately ran over and took her place, helping to push the gurney forward. But the next second, a family member running alongside us yelled, "Mom, look! Isn't that the doctor who saved the murderer?"

The entire medical team stopped dead in their tracks, staring at me. The middle-aged woman next to me glared with absolute hostility. "What are you doing here? My husband doesn't need your help for his surgery! Get out of here!"