Bonnie froze for a second, but answered truthfully, "I do."
"Bring them to me."
She hesitated briefly, but quickly let it go.
After all, Parrish was the heir to the York Corporation. It was perfectly normal for a titan like Quentin to want intel on a rival.
Besides, Parrish had a legion of specialist doctors at his beck and call now. Her handwritten notes were completely useless to him anyway.
"Alright, give me a moment."
Bonnie turned and walked back to her bedroom.
She dug into the hidden compartment of her suitcase and pulled out a thick ledger.
It was her most prized possession.
The pages were packed with detailed notes on the complex medical cases she had handled over the years, meticulously tracking everything from pulse rates and symptoms to prescription adjustments.
Flipping to the middle, she found the section dedicated to Parrish.
It spanned over twenty pages.
Her fingertips lingered on the edge of the paper as her mind drifted.
This was the longest and most comprehensive case she had ever recorded.
From their first meeting in the village to every subsequent follow-up, every migraine flare-up, every change in his medication—it was all documented here.
The dense handwriting held more than just his medical history; it held the time, devotion, and emotion she had poured into a relationship she had believed would last forever.
Bonnie lowered her eyes, enveloped in silence.
Finally, she grasped the binding and tore the twenty-something pages out, one by one.
She secured the stack with a binder clip and carried it back to the study.
It was nearly one in the morning.
But Quentin showed no signs of turning in.
The blue light of the computer screen illuminated the harsh, handsome lines of his face as his long fingers flew across the keyboard.
"Mr. Vance, here are the records."
Bonnie walked over and placed the stack of papers on his desk.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the stack of papers on the desk.
Reaching out, he pulled the ledger pages toward him.
The paper was slightly yellowed and frayed at the edges, a clear sign of frequent reading.
The handwriting was neat and delicate, each page meticulously detailed.
Month and year: Headaches eased, sleep remains light.
Month and year: Manic episodes decreased, but severe stimulation still causes temporary cognitive confusion.
Month and year: Refused acupuncture. Patient exhibits severe phobia of needles. Medication needs adjusting.
Quentin flipped quickly to the final page. The last entry was dated two weeks ago.
[Symptoms: Intractable migraines, situational mania.]
[Patient Feedback: Scalp massage offered mild relief from pressure, but memory still shows massive blind spots.]
[Treatment Plan: Recommend combining with acupuncture. However, patient displays extreme terror and resistance toward needles, leading to emotional volatility.]

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