I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 143

Jillian sobbed, her shoulders trembling violently, feeling as though a knife were twisting deeply into her heart.

Seeing her mother's swollen, tear-filled eyes, Bonnie felt her own throat tighten, her eyes stinging fiercely.

She tilted her head back to stop the tears from falling, her voice ringing out with absolute, undeniable clarity.

"Mom, stop. Let's just pretend Parrish died years ago."

"He's Parrish York now. The heir to the York family. The CEO of the York Empire. He hasn't existed in our world for a very long time."

"Even if his old injuries flare up, he has access to the most elite medical teams on the planet. He doesn't need our pity."

Jillian turned away, burying her face in her sleeve, her entire body shaking with a profound, suffocating sense of betrayal.

It was as if a precious treasure she had meticulously protected for five years had suddenly mutated into a venomous snake.

After several long, agonizing minutes, a realization suddenly struck Jillian. She whipped her head around to stare at Bonnie.

"When exactly did he get his memory back?"

Bonnie pressed her dry lips together and answered softly, "Two years ago."

Jillian violently recoiled, an expression of pure, unadulterated horror flashing across her eyes.

"Was that before or after your father passed?"

The question hit Bonnie like a physical blow, freezing her completely in place.

Her mind went totally blank.

She had never dared to ask herself that question.

Her father had passed away in May, two years ago.

But she had absolutely no idea exactly when Parrish had recovered his memories.

If it had happened before her father died...

Bonnie couldn't bear to let her mind go there.

Those months were the darkest, most agonizing days of her entire life.

In his final weeks, the toxins had spread aggressively. Her father had spent countless nights writhing in absolute agony on his bed.

He needed astronomically expensive medications and painkillers just to maintain a shred of dignity as his body gave out.

She had begged every relative, every friend she knew, but they had all treated her like a plague.

She had thrown herself onto her knees, pleading for help, only to be met with cold stares and cruel mockery.

If Parrish had already remembered who he was during that time...

He had the money. He could have solved their entire nightmare with the snap of his fingers.

Yet he chose to watch her run herself into the ground begging for pennies, and he chose to watch the man who had treated him like a son die screaming in pain.

Just how utterly devoid of humanity was he?

"No..."

All the color drained from Bonnie's face. She shook her head, her voice trembling violently as she desperately tried to reject the horrifying theory.

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