The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 826

Maxwell hurt Lucille's daughter?

Hearing those words sent a violent jolt through my chest. I wanted to shake Lucille and demand to know whether she meant Sabrina or me.

But the question died in my throat, because the moment Ferris and I stepped fully into the room, raw terror seized Maxwell's face.

He frantically yanked his hands back and threw his arms over his head, his entire body convulsing with fear. "No, stay back! I know I messed up! Don't, don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

"No one is going to kill you, Maxwell. Look at us, we're your family," I urged, desperate to calm him down. I stepped forward and gently grasped his hand.

But my attempt backfired horribly. It only escalated his blind panic. He reacted as if my touch burned him, violently ripping his hand away and scrambling frantically into the far corner of the bed. "No, no, no, don't kill me!"

He truly didn't recognize me at all. He genuinely believed I was an assassin. His absolute dread made it impossible for me to soothe him.

Finally, Ferris's dark voice cut through the chaos. "If you keep thrashing around, we really will kill you."

"I—I'll stop! I'm staying right here. I'll lie flat, perfectly flat, okay?" Maxwell seemed far more terrified of Ferris. At the threat, he immediately flattened himself against the mattress, casting fearful, cowering glances at Ferris.

Ferris let out a cold grunt of acknowledgment. Maxwell didn't dare utter another syllable. As if trying to escape the suffocating intimidation radiating from Ferris, he squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.

Like a frightened child.

In his current state, he didn't just have amnesia; his cognitive functions weren't even at an adult level.

Disappointment washed over me like a cold wave. It seemed that, once again, I wouldn't be getting the answers I desperately needed from him.