The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 318

I hadn't expected Silas to agree with Lucille's suggestion, let alone be willing to properly thank Ferris.

Silas had always held a terrible impression of him. The two of them had even clashed before, creating a bitter dynamic between them. Silas strongly disliked the man, so why was he suddenly eager to express his gratitude?

"Your mother told me everything earlier. I've had three surgeries, stayed in the ICU for days, and only just made it to a regular ward. My operation was incredibly complicated. For a top specialist like him to step in and do it... we owe him. We may have had bad blood in the past, but right is right. He helped us, and we must show our appreciation." Silas was still frail, but true to his stubborn, honorable nature, he forced out the long explanation in one breath, immediately triggering a coughing fit.

Lucille rushed to pat his back, seizing the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. "Exactly, Selena! The Lowells always pay our debts. We repay kindness with gratitude."

I let out a breathless, humorless laugh, digging my fingernails into my palms over and over. Kindness? It was a calculated transaction. There was no kindness involved.

Lucille was completely clueless about the reality of the situation, mistakenly believing this was Ferris showing affection and urging me to seize the chance.

There was absolutely no point.

Besides, Ferris probably couldn't stand the sight of me right now. In his eyes, I was the villain who reported him, derailed his career, and bullied his beloved. He hated me enough as it was; there was zero chance he would accept any gesture of gratitude from me.

But Silas was stubborn to a fault, a man who placed heavy value on loyalty and debts. If I outright refused, he would definitely get agitated, and in his post-operative state, any emotional spike was dangerous.

In reality, it wouldn't even take a month. Ferris had promised his mother just last night that he would sign the divorce papers. With someone as efficient as Mr. Winston on the job, the Marital Dissolution Agreement was likely already drafted.

Ferris and I wouldn't even need the standard two-week waiting period; our marriage would be legally terminated within days.

Lucille was effectively silenced by my airtight logic, shooting me a frustrated glare. I just offered her a calm smile. Unable to hold back, she muttered a quiet scolding, "Selena, when there's an opening to turn things around, you have to grab it. A person only gets so many chances in life to change their destiny..."

"Did I interrupt anything?" A gentle knock sounded at the door, followed by Leon Lennox's warm, easygoing smile. He stood in the doorway holding two premium food carriers. "I come bearing sustenance. Ah, Mr. Lowell, you're awake! You look like you're in great spirits. Have you been craving real food these past few days? Take a whiff of what I brought—smells amazing, right?"