The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 34

The mere mention of pressing charges sent a shockwave through the room, stunning everyone into silence.

The mediators practically had their jaws on the floor.

Yes, Ferris was still the same effortlessly cool Ferris he always was, but in handling this medical dispute, he was ruthlessly logical, commanding, and unyielding.

In just a few sentences, he had completely shut down the chaotic circus. Hearing the threat of legal action, the middle-aged woman looked horrified. Her lips trembled, but she didn't dare say another word.

The Iron Mask took that moment to step forward and smooth things over. "Listen, Ma'am, you heard Dr. Sterling. He is the most brilliant surgical specialist of his generation at our hospital. You can rest easy knowing your husband is in good hands, alright?"

He signaled to the mediators, and together they helped the woman up from the floor.

"Since Dr. Sterling says so, I'll... I'll wait and see for now."

The woman scrambled for an out, turning to make her exit. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, except for Ferris, who frowned slightly and interrupted, "Hold on."

Everyone turned back to him, completely baffled.

His piercing gaze shifted abruptly to me, a flicker of displeasure crossing his dark eyes. "You assaulted someone. Shouldn't you apologize?"

Apologize?

Ferris was actually forcing the patient's family to apologize to me?

Hadn't he just witnessed the woman rolling around throwing a massive tantrum? At a time like this, everyone just wanted the crazy lady out of the room, yet he was demanding an apology on my behalf?

He truly never played by the rules.

And yet, it managed to tug slightly at my heartstrings.

The woman was naturally reluctant to apologize to me. She froze in the doorway, glaring at me defensively.

Ferris read her hesitation perfectly. "If doctors aren't respected while trying to save lives, who will be left to care for the patients?"

His logic was flawless. The woman hesitated for a few seconds, shot me a glance, and muttered a half-hearted apology.

The entire ordeal was finally put to rest.

But the tea stains were still there. An entire cup had soaked straight through my clothes.

The moment the woman left, I made a beeline for the restroom.

Looking at the tea leaves plastered to my face in the mirror, a lump formed in my throat, and I was dangerously close to crying.

"Your Ferris is amazing. He handled that crazy family in just a few words."

Ferris? Was Zoey in here?

Sure enough, her sickly-sweet voice chimed in the next second. "Don't talk nonsense. He's not mine."

"Oh, come on, it's just an expression." The other woman's tone turned serious. "Everyone knows Dr. Sterling pushed back his afternoon consultations just to swoop in and handle this dispute for you. Why are you still playing coy?"

For Zoey?

What was that supposed to mean?

"Ferris is just dedicated to his work. He never mixes personal feelings with business," Zoey defended him.

"Okay, okay, my bad," the woman admitted, lowering her voice. "But let's be real. The only reason he rushed over to the inpatient ward was because he didn't want this mess ruining your internship record. With his status, he could have easily stayed out of it."

So that was the real reason Ferris had miraculously appeared in the mediation room?

A self-deprecating smirk pulled at my lips. I silently deleted the draft of the thank-you text I had been typing out.