I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 90

Bonnie's heart dropped. She snapped her head around, shooting Parrish a frigid glare.

The old man had been willing to accept treatment earlier, only to be scared off because Parrish had to interfere.

Parrish now recognized the man on the ground as well, and a jolt of shock hit him.

He never imagined that the man Bonnie had diagnosed earlier would actually collapse, looking as if he could die at any moment.

"Hurry! Start CPR!"

Seraphina dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she pressed down on the old man's chest, her forehead slick with cold sweat.

But no matter how hard they pumped, the man's face grew more violently purple, and a horrifying, deathly rattle escaped his throat.

"It's not working, he's barely breathing! Call 911!" the other assistant screamed.

Watching the man's breath slip away, Bonnie's medical instincts overrode everything else. She couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Gritting her teeth, she lunged forward.

However, she barely took a single step before a hand viciously clamped down on her wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Parrish held her in a vice grip, his face terrifyingly dark. "Haven't you caused enough chaos? Are you trying to play the hero again?"

Bonnie struggled violently, her eyes burning with fury. "Parrish York, let me go! If you hadn't stopped me earlier, he wouldn't be dying right now! Do you want his blood on your hands?"

Instead of letting go, Parrish tightened his grip, dragging her half a step backward.

"There are two licensed physicians handling it. What are you going to do besides get in the way? This is Harlow City's most exclusive nursing facility, not the run-down clinics you're used to. If something goes wrong, can you afford to take the blame?"

He looked at her stubborn expression, his tone laced with impatience and a deeply buried, twisted sense of protection.

"I'm doing this for your own good, Bonnie. Stop being so ungrateful and acting like I'm trying to ruin you!"

"Out of my way!"

A booming, authoritative shout exploded from the center of the crowd.

Nathaniel Thorne, his face dark with fury, shoved past Seraphina and the male assistant to kneel right beside the dying man.

Without a second of hesitation, he checked the man's pulse at his neck, then swiftly ripped open his collar.

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