I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 56

He knew perfectly well!

How could he not know?!

Over the past five years, on countless late nights, she had curled up in his arms and told him every single grievance her grandfather had suffered.

Her grandfather had never killed anyone.

He was framed!

To seize the position of President of the National Medical Council and to silence her grandfather, those people had dumped poison into their family's well!

Her grandfather had died full of bitterness and regret!

She had told him all of this, word for word, holding nothing back!

Yet now, he was using the most vicious language to smear the dirt right back onto her grandfather's name.

He had reduced her grandfather's life's work to "deadly, unorthodox trickery."

Bonnie's tears finally broke through, massive drops splashing onto the back of her hand, scalding her so badly she shook.

"Bonnie? What's wrong?"

Suddenly, Jillian's worried voice came from behind her.

Bonnie frantically looked up, squeezed her eyes shut, and swallowed the tears back down.

She took a deep breath, and when she spoke into the phone, her voice was glacial.

"Parrish York, if I don't get that book back, I will absolutely call the police."

"Just wait and see."

With that, she hung up the phone and dragged his number right back to the block list.

Wiping her tears, she turned around, already having pasted on her usual bright smile.

"Mom, I'm fine. The wind out here is just strong, some dust got in my eye."

Jillian stood in the doorway, taking in her daughter's red-rimmed eyes and trembling shoulders.

Her heart ached terribly.

She knew things were definitely not that simple.

But seeing how desperately her daughter was trying to hide it, she didn't dare press further, afraid that prodding at the wound would only make it worse.

"As long as you're okay. That's all that matters."

Jillian sighed, walking over to grab her hand. "If you're tired, go rest inside. Mom will pour you a glass of hot water."

Bonnie let her mother lead her away, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

She had to get that book back.

"Are you okay?"

Parrish scoffed, casually putting his phone away.

"Ungrateful."

His voice was frigid, devoid of any warmth. "There will come a day when she cries and begs me."

With that, he pulled out his old key to unlock the door.

He jammed the key into the keyhole but couldn't turn it.

He frowned and tried a few more times, but it still wouldn't budge.

The lock had been changed.

Parrish's expression instantly darkened even further.

He raised his hand and slammed it against the iron door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A moment later, the dragging sound of slippers shuffling against the floor came from inside.

"Who is it? Rushing me like the world's ending at noon?"