The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 857

Something happened to Maxwell?

My heart plummeted into my stomach. Ignoring everything else, I scrambled after Sabrina, my voice laced with panic. "What's wrong with Maxwell? What happened to him?!"

"He was pushed down the stairs! He's badly hurt!" Sabrina practically crushed her phone in her grip, jabbing the elevator button with her manicured fingernails in a complete state of hysteria. She whipped her head around to snarl at me. "This is all your fault, Selena! You got my dad killed! He was in a coma for two years, and he finally just woke up! He hadn't even fully recovered, and now you've doomed him all over again!"

Her eyes burned a vicious red as she spat out a final, venomous threat. "If anything happens to Maxwell this time, Selena, I swear I will make the rest of your life a living hell!"

I didn't care how viciously Sabrina insulted or threatened me. I was frantically jamming my finger against the elevator button alongside her.

The exact second the doors slid open, I shoved my way inside, even more desperate to get moving than she was.

Ferris stayed glued to my side, gripping my wrist firmly to make sure I didn't trip in my panic. He lowered his head, murmuring softly in my ear, "Don't panic, Selena."

It was only then that I realized I was shaking uncontrollably.

And it wasn't just the trembling—I was coated in a cold sweat.

The polished metal of the elevator doors reflected my ghostly pale complexion, which looked even worse than Sabrina's.

Inside, my terror and anxiety were likely far more profound than hers, too.

Yes, I was utterly terrified that Maxwell might die.

Sabrina seemed to notice my extreme reaction. Perhaps seeing how visibly distressed I was over Maxwell's condition took the edge off her resentment. She stopped screaming at me, clutching her stomach with one hand while furiously typing out a message on her phone with the other.