The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 265

Ferris's expression was as dark as a storm. His gaze lingered on Zoey for two agonizing seconds. Veins bulged at his temples like coiled snakes, and his grip on his lab coat collar was so tight his knuckles turned a ghostly white.

He was clearly furious.

Catching his protective gaze, Zoey's lips formed a subtle pout, her eyes already swimming with unshed tears.

Seeing her opening, Zelda immediately practically shouted, "You're right on time, Dr. Sterling! Just look at this mess! Selena and Dr. Lennox were in here secretly plotting to find flaws in your surgery. When Zoey overheard and tried to stop them, Selena actually got physical with her..."

"Zelda," Zoey interrupted, her eyes red as she played the peacemaker. "Don't say that..."

"Oh, come on! Dr. Sterling is right here. What are you afraid of?" Zelda sneered, strutting around now that her champion had arrived. "What Selena and Dr. Lennox are doing is incredibly shady. Forget the fact that Dr. Sterling saved her patient's life—is there any doctor at Capital General who deliberately hunts down the lead surgeon just to cause trouble?"

She finished with a massive eye roll, looking at me with pure disgust.

Ferris's face darkened even further. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his lips pressed into a razor-thin line. Beneath the cuffs of his lab coat, the tension in his wrists was palpable.

He was absolutely enraged.

I looked down at Zoey, who was still huddled on the floor, and stepped forward. "I think there's been a—"

Before my hand could even reach Zoey, Ferris swatted it away mid-air. With a forceful shove, he pushed me aside. "Back off."

The absolute disgust in his voice was unmistakable.

Seeing me stumble, Leon quickly rushed over to steady me. He glared at the other man. "Ferris, you know Selena better than anyone. There's obviously been a misunderstanding here."

He shot a hostile glare at Zelda standing off to the side.

By then, Zoey had been helped up. She spoke in a timid, trembling voice, "Dr. Lennox is right. Selena definitely didn't do it on purpose. Please don't misunderstand her, Ferris."

This had started as a purely academic debate, and my conscience was clear. But that final look he gave me before leaving filled me with a deep sense of dread. After all, he was still Silas's attending physician.

Afternoon rounds eventually rolled around. Ferris was surprisingly calm and professional, showing nothing out of the ordinary. However, it had been twenty-four hours since the operation, and Silas showed absolutely no signs of waking up.

I knew this was still within the normal recovery window, but my personal bias left me wracked with anxiety.

Lucille was in the exact same state.

It took a lot of coaxing on my part just to calm her down.

By nine o'clock that evening, nearly thirty hours had passed since the surgery, and the monitors showed no indication that Silas was emerging from his coma.

Lucille couldn't sit still anymore. Pacing restlessly, she muttered, "Maybe I should go ask Ferris. What's going on? He's been asleep for so long... Could he... Could he..."