The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 445

So Tiffany was an actress, and a fiercely dedicated one at that. She had access to unlimited resources but refused to be a nepo baby, choosing to start from the bottom.

After the incident with Barney Miller, I had been extremely wary of wealthy families, but I couldn't help admiring someone with that kind of drive. My respect for Tiffany grew.

However, Lady Thorne's last comment sent a chill down my spine.

Given the Thorne Family's immense power and the cutthroat nature of their business empire, they had plenty of enemies. The entertainment industry was ruthless. It was entirely possible that Tiffany's accident had been orchestrated by a rival.

If that was true, the poor girl was caught in a terrifying crossfire.

"We can look into that, but right now, her recovery is the priority. Let's wait until she wakes up," Caspian advised.

But Lady Thorne was clearly not in the mood to be reasoned with. Her beautiful face flushed with anger. "When she wakes up, she'll just fight me on this. Well, she doesn't get a say this time! She almost died for some movie. If I don't step in now, the next time I see her, it'll be in the morgue."

This was a family matter, and as an outsider, it wasn't my place to interject. Caspian frowned, trying to calm her. "Sylvia, please don't get worked up—"

Before he could finish, a phone rang. Lady Thorne glanced at the screen, and in a flash, all her fury and ruthless energy vanished. She hurried out to the hall to answer. "Honey! What's up? I'm just playing cards with some friends... Tiffany? I don't know where she ran off to. Probably out messing around with that rascal Caspian. She's always running around with him."

In the blink of an eye, she had completely transformed. Her tone was sickeningly sweet and delicate, playing the part of a doting, clueless wife perfectly. She looked nothing like the fierce matriarch from moments ago.

"I hope she didn't scare you, Dr. Hayes. Tiffany is the light of Sylvia's life. Seeing her hurt is tearing her apart. She's just anxious. Please don't take it personally," Caspian finally had a chance to explain.

But whether Caspian and Tiffany were dating or not, I decided to keep a close eye on Tiffany's recovery.

Not just because Caspian had helped me a few times and we were somewhat friends, but for another reason entirely.

After finishing my rounds, I was called in for two more surgeries.

By the time I left the OR, night had fallen. I wasn't on call, so I headed to the locker room to change. Just then, a text message chimed.

It was an alert for a massive bank deposit.