The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 910

She abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

It was true. I wasn't Vivian's biological daughter, but I wasn't Lucille's either. She was my adoptive mother, not my birth mother.

The atmosphere in the hospital room grew awkward. Lucille looked a bit uncomfortable but stubbornly pushed her point. "I raised this girl through thick and thin! I'm the one who truly loves her!"

"Yes, yes, of course," Vivian continued to soothe her. "I'm just her mother-in-law, but I can certainly learn from you. I'll treat Selena with the utmost care and make sure she never suffers another grievance. Does that sound good?"

Lucille's expression softened slightly. I took the chance to intervene. "Mom, your throat hasn't fully healed. Talking this much is going to make it hurt. Do you want some water?"

"You brat, always taking Vivian's side. I just say two words to her, and you try to gag me with water!" Lucille grumbled, though she grabbed the glass from the nightstand and took a sip anyway.

I figured Lucille's throat had to be nearly healed, otherwise she wouldn't have the energy to scold me. Watching her angrily gulp down the water, I couldn't help but smile. Even when she was mad, there was something endearing about her.

After two IV bags, my fever gradually broke. When Lucille called the nurse to remove the needle, I urged both her and Vivian to return to their own rooms to rest.

I had only passed out from pure exhaustion. A little extra sleep was all I needed; there was no reason to fuss over me.

They, on the other hand, needed the rest. One had a massive wound on her neck, and the other was too old to handle this kind of stress. Having them look after an able-bodied young woman like me was just too much.

Unable to argue with my logic, they eventually agreed. However, before leaving, Lucille repeatedly nagged me. "Ferris is stable now, so stop worrying about him. You need to focus on your own health. It's New Year's Eve, and if you get a fever tonight, it'll bring you bad luck for the whole year. Got it?"

"I know, Mom. It's etched into my brain. Stop worrying," I replied with a helpless smile, ushering them toward the door.