The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 219

Barney's sudden appearance shocked everyone to their core. Manager Madden, who had just been sitting with his legs crossed in absolute arrogance, launched out of his chair, staring at the doorway in utter disbelief.

After his brief moment of panic, Madden let out a derisive snort and snapped, "Barney! The company has treated you exceptionally well over the years. Are you seriously going to help these people frame us? Have you completely lost your mind?"

The weather-beaten, exhausted Barney sat quietly in his wheelchair. He simply gave Madden a silent look, but his tired eyes flickered with deep defiance.

Madden felt as though he had punched a wall of cotton. Looking embarrassed and flustered, he warned, "You better think this through. The company is currently covering all your medical bills and hospital fees. If you're going to bite the hand that feeds you and act this ungrateful..."

He paused, narrowing his eyes into slits as he dragged out his next words. "...Then the company will have no choice but to let you fend for yourself."

After delivering that thinly veiled threat, he dropped back into his office chair, resuming his careless, thuggish posture.

The intimidation was glaringly obvious.

Barney listened in silence. Slowly, he placed his trembling hands on the rims of his wheelchair and painstakingly pushed himself forward.

For a moment, every eye in the room was glued to Barney. Time seemed to crawl to a stop until his wheelchair finally halted right in front of me.

His frail, bony hand suddenly reached out and grasped mine. With a calloused palm, he gently patted the back of my hand, his voice raspy as he murmured, "Thank you."

In that split second, a massive lump formed in my throat. All the suffocating injustice and helplessness I had swallowed over the past few days erupted from my chest, and hot tears instantly flooded my eyes.

Sensing my emotional breakdown, Barney squeezed my hand a little tighter, offering me silent strength.

Thinking about how close I had come to groveling on the floor just moments ago, the sheer indignity of it hit me even harder.

I knew that if Barney hadn't shown up today, I would have been forced to swallow that unbearable humiliation.

But now, I wasn't afraid anymore.

In a flash of lightning, the fight completely drained from Madden's body, and he collapsed into a nearby chair like a deflated balloon.

The conference room doors opened once more. A squad of police officers marched in swiftly and clamped handcuffs on Madden right in front of everyone.

It turned out that while Madden had been busy terrorizing us in the conference room, the police had successfully raided their scrapyard and discovered the massive stash of illegal drugs hidden in the compartments of dismantled trucks.

With hard evidence and witness testimony secured, the battle was finally over. We had won.

When Madden was hauled away, Capital General was swarmed by a chaotic media circus. The sounds of screaming, crying, and relentless reporter questions blurred together. Standing by the window, watching the police cruisers speed away, my face was already drenched in tears.

Thankfully, justice might be delayed, but it was never denied.

The media frenzy around Capital General lasted for two solid days. Since it was the weekend, the hospital administration decided it was best for those of us involved to avoid the spotlight and ordered us to take paid leave.