The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 293

In the past, I might have had the chance to refuse, but I knew that right now, I had no choice.

Silas's surgery was imminent. If I offended Ferris over such a trivial matter, the deal between us could completely collapse.

Furthermore, forcing me to apologize meant he was denying our earlier statement, indirectly proving that a romantic relationship did exist between the two of them.

This was a truth I had known all along.

But no one knew better than Ferris what it meant to date someone in the same department.

Especially given his status, compared to a mere intern like Zoey.

Rumors were just rumors. As long as he didn't admit to them, the gossip would remain unsubstantiated. He could advance or retreat at will, holding absolute control. But in this exact second, his demand for an apology was equivalent to tacitly admitting they were together.

This was him proving his devotion to Zoey.

Even if that stance would throw him into a storm of workplace scrutiny.

"Forget it, Ferris, I..."

"Dr. Hayes?" Ferris's attitude was resolute, his tone carrying a hint of threat. "You better think carefully."

I silently raised my head, forcing a smile, and used an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry, Dr. Zeller. We used the wrong words just now. Please forgive us."

The young woman blinked her big, innocent eyes at me and said politely, "It's okay, Selena. I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately because of your uncle's condition. I didn't take it to heart."

Amber couldn't help but speak up upon hearing this. "But clearly they were..."

I tugged hard on her arm, signaling her to shut up. Then I looked at Ferris and Zoey, maintaining my polite tone. "Thank you for understanding, Dr. Zeller."

"I don't want to hear this kind of gossip in the workplace ever again," Ferris seemed to still hold some resentment as he swept a cold glare over us. "This is your only warning."

"What happened?" Leon's voice suddenly cut in. "Why are you standing here like a block of wood?"

I hurriedly wiped my face and said, "I was just discussing the anesthesia plan with Amber. We have to report on it during the meeting soon."

Leon shot me a skeptical glance and said, "Dr. Yates and Dr. Logan are here too. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

I nodded, finally managing to gloss over the situation.

The seminar was far more serious and rigorous than I had imagined.

During the meeting, Ferris gave a detailed explanation of Silas's current condition and divided the tasks among the various departments. He was professional and meticulous, looking like a completely different person from the unreasonable man in the hallway earlier.

When it came to the Department of Anesthesiology, Dr. Yates expressed her hope that The Iron Mask would act as the chief anesthesiologist for the third surgery. However, he politely declined, stating he "lacked experience with similar cases."

I understood Dr. Yates's reasoning perfectly. At the end of the day, I was just an anesthesia intern. My participation in the previous two surgeries had been circumstantial. Now that the entire case was being presented at a formal seminar, extreme caution was necessary.