The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 270

Since treating my uncle was such a massive burden to him, I would gladly take that burden off his shoulders.

Even Leon opposed my decision. "Selena, you heard what they said. Ferris just had a scheduling conflict. He didn't mean to—"

"I know," I said, staring at him with a hollow smile. "I don't blame Director Sterling. But the man fighting for his life in that bed is my uncle, and I am going to choose a doctor who puts him first."

Love was inherently selfish.

Besides, whether Silas would ever wake up was still entirely unknown.

I figured Leon disliked Ferris so much anyway, that if he had to voice an opinion, he should theoretically support my choice.

The news spread through Capital General like wildfire.

Some called me ungrateful. Some assumed I had a personal vendetta against Ferris and Zoey and was using this to retaliate. Others even theorized that since Dr. Hudson and Ferris were fierce rivals vying for the top spot at the hospital, I had deliberately switched doctors just to humiliate Ferris.

That last one was entirely fabricated.

I had never even heard of any rivalry between Ferris and Dr. Hudson until today.

But the paperwork for the transfer was already submitted, and I wasn't going to withdraw it. Ever since I started working at Capital General, I had been dragged into one ridiculous rumor after another. One more wouldn't hurt.

What I absolutely didn't expect, however, was a phone call from Vivian Vance, who hadn't spoken to me in days.

"Honestly, I don't know what to say to you people. Ever since you married Ferris, the Sterling family has broken our backs trying to clean up your family's messes," Vivian continued when I didn't respond. "Take your uncle's hospitalization, for example. I looked into it. It might not be the VIP Suite, but that room still costs a fortune every night. If I'm not mistaken, my son is the one footing the bill! And how do you repay him? By stabbing him in the back! You people are completely ungrateful!"

Listening to her malicious taunts, my breathing hitched, but I steadied myself. "First of all, the hospital bills have absolutely nothing to do with the Sterling family."

Lucille had paid the deposit by dragging her designer bags to a luxury consignment market.

I knew this because I had accidentally seen the consignment receipt fall out of her purse.

"Secondly," I added, choking down the sickening wave of revulsion rising in my throat, "the only reason we changed doctors was because while my uncle was lying on the operating table waiting for emergency surgery, your precious son was out enjoying a lovely dinner with the parents of his favorite little pet, Zoey."