The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 264

I wanted to see for myself who was right and if my theory had any actual merit.

Somehow, word of this reached Leon.

During his lunch break, Leon came to the lounge and saw me poring over the numbers. He looked surprised. "So Dr. Zephyr and the others were telling the truth? You actually challenged Ferris during rounds?"

I nodded. "I was just stating the medical facts."

"Badass." Leon gave me a thumbs-up. "Even Dr. Evelyn Yates doesn't speak that bluntly when she rounds with him. You definitely live up to my expectations, Selena."

I looked at him in surprise. "So you don't think I was out of line?"

"Of course not," Leon said frankly. "You know what's scarier than bias? Accepting a standard answer just because you've been conditioned to. Yes, Ferris has the title and the accolades, but success doesn't mean every word out of his mouth is absolute truth. People just never contradict him because it's workplace suicide. So... you did great!"

Watching him wave his thumbs-up, the suffocating knot in my chest loosened considerably. "Thank you, Leon."

"Don't mention it. I side with the truth, not the person." Leon glanced at the charts in my hand. "Tell you what, I'll join the investigation. Let's hunt for the flaws in his surgery together, deal?"

I was just about to reply when Zoey's soft, sweet voice suddenly drifted into the room. "Wait, Selena, what exactly are you two doing?"

Leon and I looked up simultaneously and spotted Zoey and Zelda Ziegler standing in the doorway.

Zoey stared at us in absolute disbelief. "Ferris put his own reputation on the line and worked tirelessly to operate on Silas. Not only are you ungrateful, but you're actually trying to dig up flaws in his procedure? Don't you think you're taking this way too far?"

It was the crucial data I had painstakingly gathered to prove my point.

Panicking, I immediately stepped forward and reached out to pry the data from her grasp. But in the next second, Zoey suddenly lost her balance. Like a butterfly caught in a hurricane, she stumbled backward and collapsed onto the floor.

She covered her mouth with a tiny gasp, the reflection in the glass door highlighting the sudden, pitiful redness welling up in her eyes.

She looked up at me with profound grievance.

I was stunned. I never expected that trying to retrieve my notes would send her tumbling to the ground. Amidst my confusion, a chilling, familiar voice echoed from the hallway. "Selena, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

I turned my head and saw Ferris standing in the doorway.