The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 320

I had no idea why Ferris was standing outside Silas's hospital room.

Ferris and Silas had never gotten along. There was absolutely no goodwill between them. Furthermore, Ferris never involved himself in my family's affairs and certainly never showed them an ounce of care. I highly doubted he was here out of the goodness of his heart.

He was also currently suspended. He wasn't Silas's attending physician, so there was no clinical reason for him to be conducting rounds here.

So why on earth was he here?

I stared at him in utter bewilderment, only then taking in the sheer devastation on his strikingly handsome face. His thin lips were pressed into a bloodless line, and a dark, stormy tide of fury roiled in his gaze.

He looked absolutely murderous. A delayed sense of panic hit me: exactly how long had Ferris been standing out there?

What had he heard? What had he seen?

For a split second, an irrational spike of guilt flared up inside me. I felt like a cat caught stealing from the counter. My hand trembled so badly I nearly dropped my silverware as I shot up from my chair. For some inexplicable reason, my mind flashed back to that night at the Lennox Manor, when Ferris had dragged me into his car and interrogated me like a madman...

But the panic evaporated just as quickly as it had arrived. Why was I afraid of him questioning me?

Leon and I hadn't done anything wrong. More importantly, Ferris had already agreed to sign the divorce papers. Our marriage would legally end in a matter of days. I had absolutely no obligation to worry about a 'misunderstanding,' nor did I owe him any explanations.

Besides, Silas was completely out of the loop regarding my marital implosion. It was entirely reasonable for him to try and set me up with Leon given the circumstances.

Lucille frowned, her voice dipping in confusion. "Dr. Zeller? You're here too?"

"Ma'am? Oh, you've already been transferred out of the ICU?" Zoey finally turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the room before landing squarely on Leon and me. The radiant, blooming smile vanished from her face instantly, replaced by an icy, distant professionalism. "Dr. Hayes. Dr. Lennox."

After everything that went down this morning, I had zero goodwill left for Zoey. But we were still colleagues, and given the extremely sensitive nature of the hospital's ongoing investigation, there were countless eyes watching us. Keeping up superficial appearances was a necessary evil.

I gave a curt, polite nod in acknowledgment.

Leon, however, didn't bother masking his absolute disdain for her. He refused to even grunt in acknowledgment, his brow furrowing as he turned his face entirely away from her.