The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 233

Ferris hung up the call on his own terms right after issuing his warning.

I could still faintly picture the rigid tension in his jaw as he glared into the camera.

It felt as though a massive hand was squeezing my heart, making it unbearably hard to breathe.

It took me a long time to shake off the sting of his contemptuous words, but my desire to sleep had completely vanished.

The next morning, sporting heavy dark circles under my eyes, I walked into the department, only to be stopped by the head nurse the moment I arrived. "Tell me the truth, did something happen at the Summit last night?"

I hadn't expected news to travel so fast, so I gave her a brief rundown of the drama from the night before.

"That makes sense," the head nurse muttered thoughtfully, lowering her voice. "I heard the Dean called Leon into his office first thing this morning. I'm guessing word of the fight reached the hospital administration, and Leon is probably in hot water."

I had realized our actions at the party might not have reflected perfectly on Capital General, but I never expected the administration to go after Leon.

"Here's the thing. Originally, because the two of you helped the police crack that Thorne Logistics case, they were planning to award you the Civic Valor Award, which supposedly comes with a cash bonus," the head nurse patiently explained. "You know how rare an honor like that is, and the hospital was thrilled. But someone reported Leon's fight to the police, and after reviewing it, they revoked the award. How could the Dean not be furious?"

Reported it to the police.

Could it have been Dr. Howard Warren's people?

If so, that was incredibly petty and underhanded.

I frantically texted Leon.

If necessary, I was fully prepared to defend him in front of the hospital board.

I was suddenly at a loss for words.

I had to admit, Zelda was quite sharp.

But was she just fishing for gossip, or deliberately testing the waters?

"Zelda, if it's not convenient for her to say, you shouldn't press," Zoey interjected.

"I'm not pressing," Zelda retorted, looking confused. "I'm just stating facts. What kind of boyfriend doesn't show his face when his girlfriend is in trouble? Unless his identity is so special that he can't be seen in public?"

Her words sounded like they were directed at Zoey, yet felt like a pointed jab at me.

Watching the two of them feed off each other, I decided not to engage and made up an excuse to leave.