The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 268

The sooner you catch it, the better the outcome.

So Dr. Hudson was saying Silas should have been brought into the OR much earlier.

But as his attending physician, Ferris hadn't noticed at all?

Ferris. Right. The esteemed Director Sterling was probably still dining with Zoey's parents.

"Thank you, Dr. Hudson," I said, my voice trembling. "We owe you his life."

"Don't mention it. Leon begged me," Dr. Hudson replied dismissively, glancing at Leon. "If it were anyone else asking, there's no way I would have flown back two days early."

I realized then that Dr. Hudson had cut his fellowship short entirely because Leon pulled strings behind the scenes.

Stepping out of the scrub room, Leon stopped me again. "Maybe you should wait a bit before going out. If your mother sees you looking like this, she'll panic."

Thinking about Silas's fragile state, and knowing how easily Lucille fell apart, I took a deep breath to force down my lingering dread before stepping out into the hall.

Outside the ICU, Lucille stumbled toward us. As she got closer, I saw her face was deathly pale. "I couldn't reach Ferris. Did a doctor operate on him? How is he doing?"

She was completely traumatized.

I took her trembling hands and said gently, "The surgery was a success. Don't be scared anymore."

"Is the doctor reliable?"

"Very reliable, Lucille," Leon added reassuringly, stepping up beside me. "His skills are right up there with Ferris's."

Playing the sweet, understanding angel.

"So my brother was lying in the ICU, and you were out wining and dining with a little girl?" Lucille sneered, giving Ferris a sarcastic thumbs-up. "Bravo. Truly remarkable, Director Sterling!"

Seeing Lucille's hysterical state, Zoey frowned and sighed helplessly. "Lucille, you can't be like this. Nobody wanted Mr. Lowell's condition to worsen. But doctors are humans too. It's not against hospital policy for Ferris to go out for a meal, is it?"

The logic left Lucille entirely speechless.

Zoey was right. Ferris had the right to eat, and the right to ignore his phone. After all, the man dying in that bed was my uncle, not his.

To him, operating on my uncle was already a massive favor. In his eyes, the Hayes family should be kissing his feet in gratitude, not hurling accusations.

"That's enough," I said, clenching my fists tightly to ground myself. I looked steadily at the two of them. "You're no longer needed here. Please leave."