The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 315

"No way," I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips as the icy dread in my chest finally began to thaw, replaced by a slow trickle of warmth. The stiff tension in my muscles eased.

I hadn't gotten into a physical fight, but it was certainly a battle of its own. Standing my ground and saying those things to Ferris had drained every ounce of strength I possessed.

Yet, my husband of three years hadn't shown a shred of concern or alarm when he saw the state I was in. All he cared about was interrogating me for allegedly bullying his true love.

A friend like Leon cared more about my well-being than he did. After three years of marriage, we were truly worse than strangers.

I curled my fingers inward and offered Leon a soft smile. "I'm fine. I know how to wash this off. I need to get to rounds now anyway."

Leon frowned, still looking somewhat uneasy, but I hurried off before he could protest.

Once I finished my immediate tasks, I finally had a moment to deal with the bio-stain. After dehydrating it with a gradient alcohol wash and clearing it with xylene, my fingertips were finally spotless again.

Amber sidled up to me to deliver the latest gossip. "The hospital is taking this super seriously. They're investigating everyone right now. Anyone who went in or out of the operating rooms and had access to the stains got pulled in for questioning. But it's so weird, Selena. Zoey wasn't questioned at all. Didn't she slip through the cracks?"

"It probably wasn't her," I murmured, drying the water droplets from my hands.

Zoey hadn't been in the operating rooms lately because of the ongoing scandal, and based on my deductions, she had zero motive to pull a stunt like this.

It was also the exclusive restaurant Ferris had recommended to her, the one where he had secured her a VIP membership.

The executive chef occasionally catered private banquets, but they absolutely did not offer takeout services for their regular menu.

"What do you mean, I ordered it? Didn't you order this?" Lucille looked at me in confusion.

"Me?"

"Yeah! Wasn't it you who ordered the morning oatmeal too, and had Ferris bring it over?" Lucille gave me a knowing look, then grabbed my sleeve and lowered her voice. "So, how did the coaxing go last night?"