The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 255

Ferris managed to silence both Leon and me with sheer authority.

The argument ended with our total defeat.

Watching Ferris walk away, protectively guiding Zoey, I couldn't even force out a single tear.

Favoritism couldn't be hidden, and neither could sheer disgust.

As Ferris had pointed out, whether or not to take Silas's surgery was entirely up to him. If he agreed, it would be our blessing; if he refused, it was well within his rights.

This type of surgery carried an exceptionally high degree of difficulty. If anything went wrong on the operating table, he would bear the undeniable blame.

Moreover, his professional integrity had already been questioned following the Beatrice Thorne incident. It made perfect sense for him to tread carefully.

Silas was my family, not his. My title as Mrs. Sterling was nothing but an empty shell. I couldn't possibly expect him to grant me a favor based on a sham marriage.

Last night's attempt had already proven that there was no mutual respect or affection between us—only a humiliating deal.

A deal I despised.

I understood Ferris's choice, and I also understood Leon.

Like me, Leon had always believed that Ferris reached his current status not just through sheer talent, but because he possessed a true healer's heart.

He used to step into his patients' shoes and advocate for them.

That trait had been proven time and time again in the past. Yet today, that same man refused to treat Silas just to preserve his success rate.

Whether it was driven by a personal grudge or pure selfishness, we didn't know. But either way, the idealized image Leon and I held of him was quietly shattering.

"It's alright, we'll figure out another way," Leon comforted me after a long silence. "The initial advice was to operate soon, but it doesn't have to be tomorrow or the day after. Don't panic just yet, Dr. Hayes."

He was actually comforting me.

"Alright, stop frowning," Leon reminded her, his lips curving up. "If Lucille and Silas see you like this, they'll definitely overthink things."

Leon had a good point.

After work, I went to the hospital room as usual. Silas was completely engrossed in a sports game on the TV, while Lucille continued to mess with her flowers.

She looked entirely distracted.

Seeing me walk in, she tossed her pruning shears onto the table and complained, "I never realized this stuff was so high maintenance..."

Her tone was laced with intense frustration.

"Flower arranging is like intubation," I comforted her. "If your mind isn't calm, the result will be a mess."

Lucille shot a glance at Silas, who was chuckling at the TV, and walked over to pull me aside.