The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 909

Despite my roaring hunger and parched throat, the only thing that mattered was Ferris's condition.

How was he doing post-surgery? Was he stable?

Had Dr. Nash arrived?

Vivian startled when I grabbed her, the tears in her eyes spilling over. She squeezed my hand tightly, her voice hushed. "Don't worry. Ferris is out of danger. Dr. Nash said he's stable and should wake up soon."

"Really?" I breathed out, completely overjoyed.

If Dr. Nash confirmed it, that meant Ferris was truly safe.

The impossibly tight string of anxiety snapped. I collapsed back against the mattress with a heavy thud, a massive grin spreading across my face. But then, a dull, throbbing heaviness pounded in my skull.

Lucille furrowed her brow, glaring at me with a fierce mixture of heartache and reproach. Her throat hadn't recovered yet, so her voice came out as a strange, airy rasp, but her intense concern was unmistakable. "No wonder Sabrina said you were entirely lovesick! You're burning up with a fever, and you only care about how your man is doing. Is his health really more important than yours?"

I had a fever?

It was only then that my eyes trailed up to the IV stand beside the bed, realizing there was a needle taped into the back of my right hand. I was on a drip.

So the headache was from the fever.

"Lucille, I am so deeply sorry. I completely failed to look after her, and now she's suffering," Vivian said, turning to Lucille with a deeply apologetic look.