I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 55

"I'm asking you! Where did you take that book?! How many of them did you take?!"

Parrish's face instantly darkened, and his voice turned ice-cold.

"Bonnie Hayes, did you call me just to scream at me about this? Weren't you calling to apologize?"

"Apologize?!"

Bonnie laughed so hard over the line that tears sprang to her eyes, her voice raspy and drenched in sarcasm.

"Why on earth would I apologize to a liar?!"

"Parrish York, where is my book?!"

"That was something my grandfather left for me! You went to my house and took my belongings without my permission. That is stealing! That is theft!"

The word 'theft' struck Parrish like a resounding slap to the face.

In his entire life, when had anyone ever humiliated him with a word like that?

He scoffed, his tone dripping with sheer disbelief and anger.

"You're branding me with a major crime over some raggedy medical book?"

"Is it because I've returned to the York family and you feel I'm out of your league now? Is that why you're lashing out? So you can use vile words to drag me down from the clouds just to satisfy your pathetic pride?"

"Out of my league, my ass!"

Bonnie was so furious her eyes were bloodshot.

"I just want my book back!"

"Parrish York, I'm asking you one last time. Where is that book?!"

"If you don't tell me today, I'm calling the police right now! You know perfectly well how much those books my grandfather left behind mean to me!"

Listening to the heavy, ragged breathing of the woman on the other end of the line, Parrish actually fell silent for a moment.

For some reason, he genuinely believed Bonnie was capable of doing it.

She cherished those medical journals too much.

Back in the rental apartment, she had wrapped those books in layer upon layer of oil paper, and normally, she wouldn't even let him touch them.

"You hold onto those ragged books like they're some precious treasure, but most of the things written in there are just obscure, unorthodox remedies. It's not even proper medicine."

"If Seraphina hadn't been working on a neurology project and needed some reference materials, I wouldn't have even thought of your books. I gave it to her so that it could actually serve a purpose instead of just rotting away with mold in your hands."

"And honestly, because Seraphina looked at it, I found out those notes your grandfather wrote are complete garbage! Legitimate hospitals don't recognize any of it!"

"No wonder your grandfather killed someone back then!"

"And you, learning all these shady tricks and actually thinking you're a brilliant doctor. What was the result? You treated me for three years, and did my memory show even the slightest sign of returning?"

"Wake up, Bonnie!"

"Going to a hospital and learning some proper medicine would be much more useful than clinging to those dangerous, ragged books all day!"

Bonnie gripped her phone in a death hold, feeling as though she had been plunged into an icy abyss.

She listened in pure disbelief to every single word coming through the receiver.

Those words were like rusty, dull blades hacking her heart into a bloody mess.

How could he say something like that?