The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 440

I felt an unprecedented sense of stability and relief.

I thought I could finally find some peace.

I had to thank Amber for finally blurting out the ugly truth I had been desperate to expose.

Thank god it came from her, because that was the only way Lucille would ever believe the scandalous reality of Zoey and Ferris's relationship. If I had told her, she would have dismissed it instantly, completely convinced I was just being paranoid about him.

But now, Lucille had no choice but to face reality. Ferris was literally about to bring Zoey home to his family. It was high time she gave up hope.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I let go too fast! Did the water burn you?" the head nurse gasped, frantically checking Lucille for any injuries.

She then whipped around to glare at Amber. "You never know when to shut your mouth! You just spew whatever comes to mind!"

"Are you okay, ma'am?" Amber mumbled, finally realizing she had overstepped her boundaries.

But she looked at me in total confusion, whispering, "Selena, why is your mom reacting like this? Didn't she know about Director Sterling and Zoey's relationship?"

She knew, but she had aggressively refused to believe it.

But it was over now. The truth was violently clear, and she could no longer make excuses for Ferris.

I gave Amber a faint smile. "It's fine. She just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

"Makes sense. I mean, look at Director Sterling. We all used to think he was a heartless surgical robot who only cared about his scalpel. Half the women in this hospital threw themselves at him and got completely shut down. I was starting to wonder if he was even into women at all. Who would have thought Zoey would be the one to lock him down..." Amber continued her relentless rant as she swept up the shattered glass.

Exactly. Who could have ever predicted that a girl like Zoey would be the one to claim Ferris?

Yet the entire hospital had seen it plain as day—she had absolutely wrapped him around her finger.

I took the initiative to lighten the mood. "Mom, could you go down to that little restaurant across the street and borrow their kitchen to make me a plate? I'm craving it so badly right now."

"Of course! I'll go right now. Just wait for me, Selena," Lucille nodded frantically, grabbing her purse and hurrying out the door.

Right before she stepped into the hallway, I caught her quickly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

I was undeniably starving, and I truly wanted her Spaghetti Bolognese, but more than anything, I just needed to step outside and breathe.

I had convinced myself I was perfectly calm, but as I climbed out of bed to slip on my shoes, I realized my hands were violently shaking. A single drop of liquid fell, landing softly on my arm.

It was warm and wet—it was a tear.

As it turned out, I was still heartbroken. The pain was still enough to bring me to tears.