The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 465

"Caleb handled a massive surgery last night and was on his feet the entire time." The head nurse frowned slightly, lowering her voice. "The Department of Neurosurgery got a VIP emergency case late last night. Director Sterling rushed in at midnight, and the whole team worked through the night. Everyone is exhausted. Caleb then had to cover another surgery for the Department of Orthopedics this morning and completely crashed. Dr. Logan's hand is still injured, so he couldn't scrub in. That's why I had to pull you in to cover."

"Last night?" I froze, letting out a gasp of surprise.

So Ferris hadn't gone to Zoey's place last night? He had come straight to the hospital for surgery?

"Yes, what's wrong?" The head nurse looked at me in confusion.

"Nothing," I hurriedly covered my slip. "I was just thinking that if I'd known, I would have stayed late last night. I could have helped out."

"Even if you were here, I wouldn't have let you scrub in. You've been working yourself to the bone these past few days. You need your rest," the head nurse said with a warm smile.

"You really do take care of me," I said, looping my arm through hers, though my mind was racing wildly.

No wonder Ferris hadn't changed his clothes from yesterday and smelled faintly of disinfectant. I had assumed his little lover was just too lazy to get him a clean set of clothes.

As it turned out, Ferris hadn't even been at her place. He had spent the entire night operating at the hospital.

But last night, I clearly heard Ferris call Zoey, saying he was going to pick her up.

Neither the head nurse nor I had expected her to appear. The head nurse paused, recognizing the woman first. "Lady Sylvia?"

The person clinging to my sleeve was none other than Tiffany's mother.

Aware of her identity, the head nurse stepped smoothly in front of me, flashing a polite, protective smile at the elegant woman. "Lady Sylvia, if you need anything, you can just speak to me."

"I don't need you. I'm looking for Dr. Hayes." Lady Sylvia bypassed her and grabbed my sleeve again.

Her demeanor was the total opposite of the last time we'd met. Yesterday she had been cold as ice, but today she was radiating warmth and gentleness. Her perfectly manicured, porcelain-smooth fingers slid over my hand, her tone dripping with affection. "I came specifically to thank Dr. Hayes."