The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 849

In my dream, Lucille didn't answer.

She just stroked my hair over and over, exactly like she had when she first bathed me, looking at me with a gaze full of tenderness and affection. "Our Selena is so pretty. You're just like a sweet, soft little cupcake."

"Such an adorable little girl, and now you're all mine. Come on, Selena, call me Mom."

"Good girl. Now that you've called me Mom, you're officially my daughter. I promise to raise you right and give you a safe, happy life."

In reality...

Lucille had kept her promise.

She had delivered on her word.

She had indeed raised me, paid for my college tuition, and arranged my marriage to Ferris. And now, I truly was living a safe and happy life.

But I didn't understand why she had suddenly turned so hostile toward me, nor did I know who she was desperately trying to protect me from.

The dream felt incredibly long. By the time I woke up again, the sun was high in the sky.

Ferris was squeezed onto the hospital bed with me, holding me tight, while I clung to one of his arms.

My movement stirred him. He immediately opened his eyes and mumbled sleepily, "Selena, you're awake? Are you thirsty?"

I looked at him, but the first words out of my mouth were, "I want to see my mom."

"Okay," Ferris agreed, though he didn't take me right away. First, he poured me a glass of water, then unwrapped a small pastry and handed it to me.

Only after I managed a few bites and sips did he bend down to slip my socks and shoes onto my feet. Clasping my hand firmly, he led me out of the room.

Lucille was still in The ICU. Through the thick glass pane, I saw her lying motionless on the bed. Several tubes snaked around her head, and an IV dripped into her wrist. I couldn't see her face clearly, but her complexion was visibly drained of color.