The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 314

Having said my piece, I walked straight out of the locker room.

I couldn't stand being in the same enclosed space as Ferris and Zoey for another second. The profound, lingering romance between my husband and his darling was simply too blinding to endure.

But even as I stepped out, I could hear Dr. Logan profusely apologizing to Ferris behind me. "I'm so sorry, Dr. Sterling. Selena is just impossibly stubborn. I'll have a strict word with her later and make sure she apologizes to you and Dr. Zeller."

Then came Zoey's tear-laced voice. "Please don't, Dr. Logan. Maybe... maybe she just did it in a moment of anger... Ferris, please don't hold it against her. After all... we all went to the same medical school."

Hah. The underlying message was crystal clear: she was firmly cementing the narrative that I was the one who reported Ferris.

My sweet junior colleague, who had just been weeping beautifully in Ferris's arms like a fragile porcelain doll, was now magnanimously pleading for mercy on my behalf. What an absolute paragon of sisterhood.

I honestly didn't know whether to applaud her or gag.

Yet, the very thing that had provoked Ferris into such a blind rage against me was those exact, pathetic tears.

"It's exactly because of that connection that she must be held accountable. Ugh, this Selena..." Dr. Logan was still kissing up.

"Of course she'll be held accountable," Ferris's voice rang out, cold and definitive, striking the air like shattering ice.

But his very next sentence, aimed at Zoey, softened into something far more gentle. "You don't need to plead for her. We'll handle this once the hospital's investigation results are out."

I didn't hear whatever came next. Honestly, the moment I heard Ferris vow to hold me accountable, I tuned out the rest.

I quickened my pace, a profound sense of desolation settling heavily in my chest.

But I didn't feel any pain. I thought for a second before shaking my head. "I'm fine. It's just H&E Stain I accidentally got on myself."

Earlier in the locker room, facing Ferris's wrath, I had barely been able to stand. I had to grip the edge of the locker with everything I had just to keep my spine straight while I delivered my final words. That must have been when the stain transferred to my hand.

I hadn't even noticed it myself, yet Leon spotted it the second he saw me and panicked. He was surprisingly observant.

Thinking back to the disastrous events at the Lennox Manor the other night, an inexplicable wave of guilt washed over me, as if I had betrayed a loyal comrade. "Leon, I'm so sorry for my rudeness the other night. I didn't know it was Mrs. Lennox's birthday, and I didn't bring a gift..."

That wasn't actually what I wanted to apologize for, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them.

"Is that even worth mentioning? What matters right now is you," Leon interrupted urgently, not even letting me finish. He continued scrutinizing my palm, visibly exhaling in relief only after confirming there were no actual cuts. "It really is just a bio-stain. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. How did you even get this on you? At first glance, I honestly thought you got into a fistfight."