The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 275

I walked out of Ferris's lounge with total composure.

Unlike the crushing anxiety that usually followed our fights, this time, an indescribable wave of liberation washed over me.

Yes, liberation.

I wasn't afraid anymore.

The absolute worst-case scenario after tearing into him was being dragged to sign the divorce papers first thing tomorrow morning.

But so what? With things escalating to this point, we only had about half a month left on The Prenuptial Agreement anyway. It just meant ending things a little early.

I needed to make him understand that my endless tolerance had only ever been for the sake of my family. For him to threaten me by hurting them was crossing my absolute bottom line.

If he crossed that line, I was willing to walk away from everything.

But while I was ready, I knew this news would be a devastating blow to Lucille.

Sure enough, the moment I returned to the observation ward, Lucille hurried over, grabbing my hand and bombarding me with questions. "Well? Is Ferris still angry? Did you explain things nicely? What did he say? Is he going to move Maxwell back immediately?"

Her relentless interrogation made my head pound, but seeing her sheer panic softened my heart.

"No," I said, locking eyes with her to deliver the truth. "It was because when he came to see me, he brought The Prenuptial Agreement."

The words 'Prenuptial Agreement' left Lucille completely stunned. She stared at me in absolute disbelief. It took her a few seconds to finally stammer, "What Prenuptial Agreement? Why have you never mentioned this before? Wait, what exactly does it say?"

Lucille always knew how to zero in on the important details.

I didn't hide anything. I outlined the confidentiality clauses, the strict three-year term, and the massive financial penalties for breaking the contract. When Lucille heard the penalty amount, she shot up from her seat, glaring at me in pure outrage. "Selena, you have got to be joking! What do you mean, leaving with absolutely nothing? You mean to tell me the daughter of the Hayes family slaved away in the Sterling household for three years, just to get kicked to the curb when the contract ends? How is this any different from indentured servitude?!"

Lucille was rapidly losing control of her emotions. Before I could even answer, she pointed an accusing finger at me. "Tell me the truth. Is this some kind of sick joke?"