The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 67

Zoey was actually offering to ask Ferris to give me a ride home.

Processing this, I stared intently at the young girl standing in front of me, searching those bright, innocent eyes for even a trace of malice.

But there was nothing. After a brief silence, she nervously rubbed her hands together. "I don't mean anything by it, Selena. Please don't think I'm being nosy..."

Hearing the genuine mix of anxiety, sweetness, and earnestness in her voice, my suspicions melted away.

A cheerful ringtone interrupted my thoughts. Zoey looked down, pulling her phone out right in front of me. She glanced at the screen and smiled. "Ferris is looking for me. Think about it, Selena! Call me if you need a ride!"

Before I could say a word, she bounded off down the hall, turning back just once to mimic a phone with her hand.

Watching her practically skip away, a bitter taste flooded my mouth.

Catching a ride? Not happening. Especially not in Ferris's car.

At 5:30 AM, my shift ended, and I caught the earliest subway back to my apartment. Port Capital was painted in a dull, gloomy gray. The streets were entirely deserted, illuminated only by lonely streetlights, and the morning wind carried a biting, bone-deep chill.

For some reason, Zoey's comment about it not being safe for a girl to go home alone echoed in my head, making me quicken my pace.

To my surprise, when I unlocked the front door, the clatter of silverware echoed from the kitchen.

Ferris had beaten me home.

Our eyes met for a fleeting second before he nonchalantly went back to setting the table. I walked past him in utter silence and shut the bedroom door behind me.

I was so exhausted that I didn't even have the energy for a fight. I collapsed onto the bed and passed out instantly.

I had no idea how long I slept, but the blaring sound of my ringtone jolted me awake. I squinted at the screen—it was already late evening.

It was the Charge Nurse.

Pushing open the door to his office, my stomach dropped. Sitting right there were the furious old woman in the cheap sweater and her plain, expressionless son.

When I walked in, the old woman shot me a venomous glare and turned her head away in disgust. The husband just sat there like a lump on a log, not uttering a single word.

Dr. Logan forced a polite, diplomatic smile and stood up. "Ma'am, look, I brought Dr. Hayes here. The situation was chaotic early this morning, and she's young and a bit impulsive. How about this? I'll have her apologize to you right now, in front of me, to make things right."

He shot me a pointed, demanding look. Even though I knew in my bones that I hadn't done a damn thing wrong, I forced myself to play the political game for the sake of the hospital. I kept my voice calm. "Ma'am, please try to calm down. I admit I could have handled things better, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"You think a sorry is going to fix this?" The old woman violently twisted her head back, pointing a shaking finger at me. "Don't think I don't know exactly what you anesthesiologists are up to! You just push those painkillers so you can get a fat commission, right? Hmph! You doctors have no conscience. You'd sell your souls for a quick buck!"

My blood boiled instantly. "Ma'am, your daughter-in-law was on the verge of an amniotic fluid embolism! Dr. Logan has the blood test reports showing her abnormal coagulation right here. I can show you the paperwork right now—"

"I don't care! You anesthesiologists drugged my daughter-in-law without our permission, and that is illegal! Do you think I don't know my own family's medical business? Now look what happened! Anesthesia plus a C-section? That cost us over ten thousand dollars!" She began counting aggressively on her fingers, shrieking, "You are responsible for this, and your hospital is responsible! If you don't pay us what we're owed, I'm taking this straight to The Medical Board! We'll see who wins!"