The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 331

I respected the kind-hearted leader immensely and immediately stood up straight. "Thank you, Dr. Yates."

Dr. Yates patted my shoulder again. "Keep up the good work."

She was truly a leader worthy of respect. Ever since I joined the Department of Anesthesiology, she had looked out for me and valued my contributions. My rapid growth over the past couple of months was entirely thanks to her mentorship.

"Where is the attention to detail? The moment something went wrong, she casually suspected her colleagues based on vague evidence, which is terrible for inter-departmental unity. Dr. Yates, the relationship between Anesthesiology and Neurosurgery was already sensitive enough. With her pulling a stunt like this, the rift between the two departments has only widened." Dr. Logan, living up to his nickname as The Iron Mask, suddenly chimed in.

He shot me a stern look, his eyes practically screaming with dissatisfaction.

I wanted to argue that I hadn't just suspected a colleague out of nowhere. After all, it was an inside job, and I had never explicitly named Zoey as the culprit. They were the ones who jumped to conclusions and took offense.

But before I could even open my mouth, the head nurse's voice floated in from the doorway.

"Dr. Logan makes a fair point. If there's a problem, we need to solve it. Dr. Yates, we've had a lot of drama lately, and the tension between Neurosurgery and Anesthesiology is palpable. Why don't we organize another team-building retreat this month? It's been freezing lately, so a trip to the Azure Springs Retreat would be perfect." She walked in with a warm smile and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's a great opportunity for the two departments to bond. What do you think, Dr. Logan?"

The head nurse had subtly come to my defense again. I looked at her, my heart swelling with gratitude.

"I think Ms. Huang's suggestion is excellent. I'll go have a chat with Director Sterling to iron out the details," Dr. Yates agreed immediately.

The Iron Mask didn't say another word.

What I didn't expect was that before the retreat was even officially finalized, Zoey showed up at the Anesthesiology door right around closing time. She knocked timidly. "Selena, can I come in?"

She looked as if she were absolutely terrified of me.

Zoey's eyes instantly welled with tears. "Selena, are you refusing to forgive me?"

With so many people in the office watching us, I couldn't say no. "Alright. What time tonight?"

The girl's face lit up, her sorrow vanishing in an instant as she happily walked away.

At seven-thirty that evening, I paid a quick visit to Uncle Silas and then hurried to the restaurant address Zoey had sent me.

It was The Velvet Hearth, an elegant, classically decorated private dining spot. As I walked down the corridor and approached the private room, I realized that Zoey and I wouldn't be the only ones dining tonight.

My husband, Ferris Sterling, was also there.