I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 183

Parrish simply closed his eyes.

He methodically grabbed a napkin and slowly wiped the water from his face.

He didn't lose his temper, but his gaze was terrifyingly cold.

"Bonnie, I know this is unfair to you. I'll make it up to you."

"Haven't you always wanted a clinical assistant position at The Pavilion? I've already spoken to Dr. Zimmerman. As long as you agree, you'll be promoted immediately. Isn't that enough?"

Seeing his entitled, righteous expression, Bonnie let out another bitter laugh, nearly bringing tears to her eyes.

"Make it up to me? Parrish, in your eyes, my dignity and reputation are only worth an assistant position?"

"Seraphina can't have her reputation ruined, but I can?"

Parrish paused his wiping. He looked up, a trace of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

"Do you even have a reputation?"

Bonnie stared at him in disbelief. The man in front of her felt like a terrifying stranger all over again.

"I only recently found out that your reputation with the National Medical Council and the Federal Health Authority is already garbage."

Parrish tossed the wet napkin onto the table, his tone dismissive.

"Everyone knows you're the granddaughter of a quack. Bonnie, did you really think you could make a name for yourself in this industry using those back-alley remedies?"

Every single word felt like a dull knife plunging repeatedly into Bonnie's heart.

A quack??

How dared he speak about the grandfather she respected more than anyone in the world.

Bonnie gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hands trembled at her sides.

"Let me tell you something. Not a chance in hell!"

"Parrish, aside from buying out the medication, I'd love to see what other despicable tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Refusing to stay a second longer, she turned on her heel and marched out.

"Aren't you afraid your mother will have another attack?"

Parrish's dark voice echoed behind her, layered with absolute confidence and threat.

Bonnie stopped abruptly. Despite the blasting air conditioning, she felt a bone-deep chill.

Whenever her mother had an attack, she would suffer through agonizing sleepless nights, experiencing the exact same torment her father had endured before he died.

She was terrified. How could she not be?

But the thought of bowing down to the man who had trampled on her dignity was a fate worse than death.

Bonnie took a deep breath, turned her head, and glared at him.

"I am. But I'm even more sickened by the thought of taking anything from you."

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