I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 73

Bonnie didn't waste time on pleasantries. She cut straight to the point. "Did you rip the handwritten prescriptions out of my medical journal?"

Seraphina's expression shifted slightly. "Are you psychotic? Who cares about your archaic little remedies? Don't think just because Parrish is tired of you and spoiling me that you can pin your delusions on me."

Bonnie stared her down, her voice calm but resolute. "Those were my grandfather's notes. No one touched that book except you."

Seraphina scoffed, her eyes brimming with contempt.

"And if I did, what are you going to do about it? Got any proof? If you're so mad, why don't you go cry to Parrish?"

"But I'd suggest you learn your place and stop harassing me. Parrish only has to say the word, and you'll be fired from this miserable receptionist desk before lunch."

With a triumphant smirk, Seraphina shoved past Bonnie's shoulder, her heels clicking aggressively down the hall toward her office.

Bonnie stood rooted to the spot, watching the arrogant retreat. Her eyes were arctic.

She might not have concrete evidence to expose Seraphina right now, but she was absolutely going to retrieve her grandfather's life's work.

Those formulas were extraordinarily rare, the pharmacology highly unconventional.

If anyone dared to use them, she would recognize them the second she laid eyes on the prescription.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and headed back to the front desk.

...

Right before the end of the shift, the Pavilion called a sudden staff meeting.

As a mere receptionist, Bonnie naturally had no seat at the table with the doctors.

But it didn't take long for the gossip to reach the nurses' station.

This weekend, the York Corporation was funding an exclusive charity clinic at Harlow City's most elite retirement community, in partnership with the Davenport Wellness Pavilion.

And York Corporation had specifically requested Seraphina Miller as the lead physician.

Everyone could read between the lines. On paper, it was a philanthropic event.

In reality, Parrish York was rolling out the red carpet for Seraphina, giving her the perfect high-profile platform to secure her promotion from assistant to full-fledged doctor.

Before the clock even struck five, a gaggle of nurses surrounded Seraphina, practically green with envy.

"Dr. Miller, you are so lucky. Mr. York treats you like royalty."

"Seriously! This whole clinic is basically a runway built just for you. Having a CEO sponsor your career is a dream."

Bonnie frowned.

What kind of entitled jerk parks in the emergency lane?

A moment later, hurried footsteps echoed behind her.

Seraphina practically skipped past her like a delighted schoolgirl.

Pulling open the passenger door of the luxury car, her voice dripped with honey. "Parrish, you came to pick me up!"

Bonnie paused, realization dawning.

It was Parrish.

That explained the arrogance.

Her lips curled into a sneer of disgust as she kept walking.

However, the passenger window smoothly rolled down.