The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 900

My heart grew heavier as I used my arms to prop myself up, struggling to stand.

"Where are you going?" Sabrina asked anxiously, grabbing my arm.

I swung my legs off the edge of the bed. "I'm going to check on her."

I needed to see how Vivian was doing, and I desperately wanted to check on Ferris. My world had shattered, but I had to be strong, to become the new pillar that would hold our lives together.

"Okay, take it slow. I'll carry you to the wheelchair," Sabrina said, not trying to stop me. She wrapped her arms around me, surprisingly lifting my entire body with ease, and gently placed me into the chair.

I stared at her in shock. When did she get so strong?

Sabrina seemed to read my mind, raising an eyebrow with a hint of pride. "Didn't expect that, did you? I might be skinny, but I'm all muscle."

I truly hadn't expected her to possess such strength, nor had I anticipated how meticulously she could care for me. The transition to the wheelchair had been completely smooth, without a single bump to my injured knee.

It seemed it was time to change my perspective on Sabrina. She was no longer the fragile little princess from my memories; she had grown into a capable adult who could shoulder heavy burdens.

I reached out and patted her head. Sabrina offered a satisfied smile, draped a jacket over my shoulders, and wheeled me to the adjacent hospital room.

Just as we reached the door, I heard the faint, muffled sound of sobbing coming from Vivian.