The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 630

I stumbled, my frantic footsteps faltering the second his arm wrapped around my waist.

The forceful grip on my waist was completely undeniable, stopping my retreat entirely.

Behind me, he lowered his head, resting his chin on my shoulder as his warm breath brushed the crook of my neck.

His voice was urgent, laced with a faint, almost imperceptible tremor of tears.

When those words spilled from his lips, my heart gave a violent jolt.

To say I wasn't shocked would be a lie.

When had the aloof, aristocratic Sterling Heir ever admitted fault?

And when had he ever begged for a chance with such a raw, broken tone?

He had said similar things before, but always under the influence of alcohol—drunken ramblings that could never be taken seriously. But right now, he hadn't touched a drop. He was completely sober.

It was enough to make me wonder if I was trapped in a dream.

What shocked me even more was his confession: 'I'm already dealing with the Thorne Family,' and 'Whatever you want to do, I'll help you.'

The suspicions I had previously forced down surged back into my veins like a tidal wave. The excitement I had tried so hard to suppress broke free, echoing like thunder in my chest.

After a brief pause, I forced myself to turn around. "The Thorne Family... that was your doing?"

"You've heard?" Ferris looked momentarily stunned, as if caught off guard by my question. Behind his silver-rimmed glasses, the corners of his eyes were rimmed with red, catching the light as his gaze locked onto mine. For a split second, the pleading vulnerability in his eyes stalled.

But the helpless fragility didn't fade. With a glimmer of unshed tears in his eyes, he gave a slight nod. "Yes. It was me."

The fact that the Thorne Family was being targeted by the Sterlings and driven to the brink of ruin was actually Ferris's doing.

He had actually been the one to strike.