The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 879

The atmosphere in the hospital room violently shifted.

Sabrina, who had just been weeping, suddenly found a surge of reckless courage. She widened her round eyes, glaring right back at Ferris. "Am I wrong? I might not have been in the country, but I knew exactly what was going on. I know you spent that entire period making her miserable. You've got a hell of a lot to answer for."

"Shut your mouth! There were circumstances, I—" Ferris snapped, unable to hold back his temper.

His voice boomed through the quiet room, nearly startling Lucille out of her deep sleep. She shifted weakly on the bed, on the verge of waking up. Panic flared, and I yanked Ferris's sleeve, shooting him a lethal look to shut up.

Both Ferris and Sabrina noticed Lucille stirring and instantly snapped their mouths shut.

But an invisible, electric tension had already locked between them. Ferris's jaw was clenched tight with barely suppressed rage, while Sabrina stared him down like a feral cat protecting its territory.

I was trapped right in the crossfire, and it was suffocating.

Desperate to defuse the hostility, I grabbed Ferris's arm to drag him toward the door. "Enough. Let's drop it."

I needed to separate them immediately. Without physical proximity, they couldn't escalate the fight.

"Wait outside for a second. I just need to finish talking to Sabrina," I ordered him quietly.

Ferris clearly hated the idea, his lips pressing into a thin, unhappy line, but he gave a curt nod of agreement.