The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 274

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.

Instantly, Ferris and Zoey looked my way. The younger girl blinked her striking eyes at me. "Selena, what brings you here?"

I crossed the room in swift strides, glanced at Zoey, and looked straight at Ferris. "I have business with Director Sterling. Dr. Zeller, I need you to step out."

Zoey clearly wasn't happy about that. She cast a timid, aggrieved look at Ferris, silently transmitting her displeasure.

Catching her signal, Ferris gave me an apathetic sweep of his gaze. "Dr. Zeller isn't an outsider. If you have something to say, Ms. Hayes, just say it."

Just say it?

I stared at Ferris, almost laughing from sheer anger. "Are you absolutely sure you want me to say it with her here, Dr. Sterling?" I mocked.

Ferris seemed to detect the raw fury beneath my tone. He threw a concerned glance at Zoey before saying, "The patient in Room 305 is having some gastrointestinal issues this morning. Go check on them."

Zoey froze slightly, pouted, and shot me a dark look before slowly getting to her feet.

She reluctantly left the lounge.

That left only Ferris and me in the room.

I stared at him, and he stared back. Before I could even speak, he dismissed me with a bored tone. "My time is limited. Make it brief, Dr. Hayes."

Hah. He had all the patience in the world when chatting with Zoey, but he couldn't spare a single second for me.

My hands balled into tight fists. I locked my eyes onto the man in front of me and scoffed, "Don't you think Director Sterling's current actions are a bit petty for a physician of your standing?"

Ferris lifted his gaze, glancing at me in confusion. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The fact that he had the audacity to play dumb was infuriating.

I let out a mocking sneer. "Freezing Sabrina's accounts was one thing, but you actually fired one of Maxwell's caregivers. Did Director Sterling conveniently forget who took those three knife wounds for you? Or is Ferris Sterling simply a backstabbing hypocrite?"

"Selena Hayes!"

The sheer volume of his roar made me jump. His predatory gaze was completely terrifying, a violent storm of unbridled rage swirling in his eyes. Every shred of his usual refined elegance shattered in an instant, replaced by a devastating, volatile fury.

This was the very first time I had ever seen Ferris lose control like this.

Our eyes locked in a tense standoff. I could see the absolute venom in his gaze—he looked like he wanted to rip me apart—but I refused to flinch.

After a long, agonizing pause, Ferris raised his arm, pointed rigidly at the door, and gritted out, "Get out. Right now."