The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 443

But I understood her frustration. Anyone would lose their mind over missing out on billions of dollars. Let her go blow off some steam. She'd come back once she calmed down.

I went back to eating my food, but my phone suddenly rang.

It was Vivian.

As I answered, I was a little confused. It would take time for Lucille to reach The Sterling Estate. How was Vivian calling so quickly to interrogate me?

But maybe it wasn't an interrogation.

I picked up and spoke before she could. "Mrs. Sterling, is it time to finalize the divorce? I'm free today."

"Selena Hayes, drop the innocent act," Vivian spat sharply. "I was wondering why a greedy woman like you signed those papers so easily. Turns out you were already siphoning off our wealth behind my back. I knew we shouldn't have let some low-class commoner into the family. You're full of cheap tricks."

I frowned, setting my fork down. "Please explain, Mrs. Sterling. How exactly have I been siphoning your wealth?"

I had signed The Marital Dissolution Agreement quickly because getting free from Ferris and the Sterling family's control was my top priority. As for the assets, Ferris had earned all of that himself. Even if I wanted a cut, I wouldn't get one. We had a Prenuptial Agreement. Unless he gave it to me willingly, I wasn't entitled to a single cent.

I had no idea what she was talking about, let alone why she was screaming at me.

"You Sterlings really have no shame! But listen to me, Selena. Your little schemes won't work on me. I'll make you cough up every last penny you took!" But Vivian was too hysterical. She just kept screaming insults, completely ignoring my question.

I wanted to tell her I hadn't taken anything, and even if I had, she wouldn't need to force me—I'd spit it back out myself.

But before I could speak, she slammed the phone down.

Amber and I went to check on yesterday's surgical patients. On the way to the wards, she lowered her voice. "Selena, is your mom really getting a divorce? I heard your dad is still in a coma. Is a divorce even possible right now?"

"She's not getting a divorce," I replied, surprised she was still thinking about that. I made up an excuse. "She's just venting her frustrations."

"Oh, that makes sense." Amber breathed a sigh of relief.

We entered a VIP suite in the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was the patient with the broken ribs and ruptured heart from the accident. A stunningly elegant woman was carefully moistening the patient's lips with a damp cotton swab.

Seeing her face, I paused, finding her slightly familiar.

Just then, someone walked in from the hallway and called out in surprise, "Dr. Hayes?"