I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 30

"Davenport is a high-profile private hospital. If this blows up, you could face legal action, and the hospital would be dragged into the mud."

Bonnie felt as if she had been plunged into an ice bath.

She looked at Dr. Zimmerman, a flash of bitter self-deprecation in her eyes.

It was always like this.

Every single time she grasped a shred of hope, those people swarmed her like leeches, dragging her right back down into the dirt.

"I understand, Doctor. I'm so sorry for causing you trouble."

She stood up, looking utterly defeated as she prepared to leave.

"Wait."

Dr. Zimmerman called out to her, unable to stomach watching such a brilliant talent walk out the door.

"If you still want to stay, I have a compromise."

"Would you be willing to work as the clinic's receptionist?"

Receptionist.

A bitter wave crashed over Bonnie's heart.

A receptionist required zero medical background; anyone off the street could do it.

She wouldn't learn a single thing there, nor would she have access to any critical patient cases.

But Dr. Zimmerman looked at her with total sincerity.

"The front desk doesn't require a medical license. It's the safest position we have. It guarantees you can stay here, and in the meantime, you can still observe the prescriptions we write."

Bonnie took a deep breath, violently crushing the disappointment in her chest, and gave a firm nod.

"Yes. As long as I can stay here, I don't care what the job is. Thank you, Dr. Zimmerman."

Dr. Zimmerman looked at her with deep admiration. This girl's resilience was even stronger than he had imagined.

"But Bonnie, listen to me. I highly recommend you sort out your personal relationship drama first."

He lowered his voice. "Otherwise, as long as whoever is targeting you keeps watching, it will be impossible for me to move you back into the consultation rooms."

Bonnie's eyes fluttered. "Relationship drama? Doctor, the person who reported me... it wasn't someone from the medical board?"

Right next to it sat the black card he had given her, along with a sticky note.

Quentin walked over and picked up the note.

The handwriting was delicate and meticulously written:

[Mr. Vance, I sincerely apologize for rashly adding herbal stimulants to your meals without properly understanding your medical condition. If my presumptuous actions disrupted your day, I am truly sorry.]

[I have packed up and left. I did not touch a single cent on the card. I left dinner on the table; if it gets cold, just microwave it for a minute.]

[As for the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars you gave me as an advance, I will do everything in my power to pay you back within the month. Just let me know whenever you want to finalize the divorce, and I will cooperate immediately.]

Every word on the page was as painfully polite as if written to a complete stranger.

Her boundaries were drawn so flawlessly it actually stung his eyes.

Quentin's temple throbbed violently.

Under the lights, his sharp features looked overwhelmingly dark, and the air pressure around him plummeted until it was suffocating.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Jasper's number, his voice radiating absolute, freezing fury: "Get up here right now."