I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 119

At Riverstone Heights.

Bonnie and Quentin were sitting across from each other, eating dinner in quiet companionship.

*Buzz—buzz—buzz—*

The phone on the table suddenly erupted into a frantic series of vibrations, the screen lighting up repeatedly.

Quentin lifted his gaze, his dark, sharp eyes settling on her with a hint of annoyance at the interruption.

"Sorry, let me put it on silent."

Bonnie flashed an apologetic smile and quickly snatched up the phone, muting it.

On the screen, Caleb's icon was flashing like crazy. He had just rapid-fired over twenty photos in succession.

Frowning in confusion, Bonnie opened the images.

Judging by the background, they had been hastily taken in Seraphina's office, the lighting dim and uneven.

He had photographed every single page of the twenty-plus-page research paper.

Initially, Bonnie only intended to skim through it.

But the moment her eyes hit the clinical formula in the core methodology section, her entire body froze.

In that split second, it felt like all the blood rushed to her head. Her grip on the phone tightened so fiercely her knuckles turned a frightening, bloodless white.

This was a clinical research paper detailing a traditional medical treatment for Alzheimer's disease.

The entire premise, the core value, and every single breakthrough in the text hinged entirely on one exclusive compound formula.

And the prescription written on the page, the intricate philosophy behind the ingredient pairings, and the logic dictating the exact dosages... she knew every single detail by heart.

It was the heavily modified, fiercely protected ancient formula her grandfather had spent his life perfecting—the exact prescription kept inside The Hayes Medical Ledger.

It was the exact formula from the missing pages of the book Parrish had stolen from her to give to Seraphina.

Because the herbs required were incredibly rare and unorthodox, an average physician would never dare attempt such a combination. One glance was all she needed to be absolutely certain: this was her grandfather's life's work.

Bonnie's chest heaved rapidly, an uncontrollable inferno of rage igniting in her chest.

"What is it?"

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