The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 855

The slap came out of nowhere, landing with such brutal force that my vision completely spun. I stood frozen in shock for several agonizing seconds before my brain finally registered that the person at the door wasn't Mrs. Crawford.

It was Sabrina, who was supposed to have already left Port Capital for Sydney.

She was glaring at me with raw fury. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, a clear sign that she had been crying hysterically.

One slap evidently wasn't enough to satisfy her rage. She lunged forward, grabbing the collar of my shirt and screaming in my face. "Why the hell did you have to go and provoke the Thorne family?! You know what a mess our family is in right now! We're barely surviving as it is, and you just had to go poke a sleeping bear! Don't you know Theodore is a goddamn predator? He could chew us up and spit us out without breaking a sweat!"

Sabrina was so hysterical that her strength was actually terrifying. I desperately tried to pry her hands off me, but I couldn't break her grip. Instead, she yanked me so hard I stumbled, her spit flying directly onto my face.

Just as she was about to forcefully shove me to the ground, a strong arm shot out, catching me firmly around the waist. A second hand clamped aggressively around Sabrina's wrist.

"Let go!" Ferris's voice boomed from above me, a lethal, commanding roar. He ripped Sabrina's hand off my shirt and violently shoved her backward.

In the next breath, I was safely cocooned in Ferris's arms. He gently lifted my chin, his dark eyebrows knitting together as he inspected the stinging red mark on my cheek. His eyes burned with a mixture of seething rage and profound heartache. "Damn it!"

Undeterred, Sabrina lunged forward again, screaming, "Selena, you—!"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence before she went flying backward.

Ferris delivered a brutal kick that sent Sabrina crashing hard onto the floor with a heavy thud.

I whipped my head around to look. She was curled in on herself, clutching her stomach in pure agony, fresh tears streaming down her face as she struggled to even draw a breath to scream.

Ferris simply hooked his arm around my shoulders, spinning me away and guiding me to sit on the sofa. He immediately sprang into action, fetching a hot towel and the first aid kit. After gently pressing the warm cloth against my cheek, he carefully dabbed on a soothing, bruise-reducing ointment.