The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 669

"I've begged for this for eight years, and now, it's finally happening!"

"Selena, you have no idea how ecstatic I was when my mom called to tell me the business was collapsing. I heard things fell apart in Mistwood Bay too. The old man completely lost his mind and started coughing up blood. Thank the heavens, it's pure karma!"

Watching her bloodshot eyes, her almost crazed expression, and the twisted, unbridled smile taking over her face, I was utterly horrified by her words.

I knew Tiffany hated going home and assumed they had typical family drama, but I never could have imagined this was the reason.

She was the heiress of the Thorne Family. Rumor had it she was endlessly pampered, practically spoiled rotten. Even someone like me, completely disconnected from the elite circles, knew about her. For years, she had lived a highly publicized life. Lucille used to mention her all the time. I knew she was wild and reckless, yet her family always enabled her. It was only in the past two years that she had quieted down.

I never would have guessed that the infamously reckless Thorne heiress was being forced by her own family—her own father—to do such horrific things.

In a flash, I understood why she fought tooth and nail to avoid going home, preferring to scrape by as an unknown D-list actress rather than leverage her family's power to become a superstar.

I simply didn't know how to comfort her. All I could do was set my glass down, intending to pull her into a hug.

But Caspian beat me to it.

"Tiffany, you're exhausted. You need to rest." Caspian took the glass from her hands and wrapped her trembling shoulders in his embrace.

His large, warm hand rested on her back, patting her gently with endless patience. "Stop thinking about it. Just go to sleep in my arms. You'll feel better when you wake up. You can forget everything."