The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 131

Madeline Monroe really didn't want to admit it.

But for the past two years, York Yates had been an exceptional prosecutor.

He had truly embodied the principle of speaking up for the voiceless.

Regardless of their personal relationship.

At his core, York was a genuinely good, righteous man.

"That's a relief. What do you need to know?"

Madeline asked numerous questions about the Channing family, and whether Piper Lane had left behind any critical clues on the night of the incident.

The nanny, Beatrice, shared a lot. Toward the end, she suddenly mentioned, "Oh, right. A while back, Piper secretly handed me a flash drive."

"She told me to keep it safe, saying she'd ask for it when the time was right."

Madeline's eyes lit up.

"Could I see it?"

Beatrice nodded emphatically, her eyes brimming with desperation.

"Ms. Monroe, I don't know who else to trust now that Piper is sick. You're the only one who will help her."

"Since you came to me yourself, I'm giving this to you. Please, you have to help her."

"Beatrice," Madeline said, grasping the woman's hands with a gentle but firm grip. "Rest assured, I will do everything in my power."

"Piper was framed. Even if she doesn't have a powerful family to protect her, as long as there are people like us who care about her, there is still hope."

Tears were already streaming down the nanny's face. She clung to Madeline's hands, her words stumbling over one another.

"Thank you, thank you..."

...

Half an hour later, Madeline returned to the car. She didn't speak right away, her mood visibly sunken.

York glanced at her and handed over a cup of hot milk.

"Doesn't your stomach hurt when you skip dinner? Have some warm milk."

Madeline looked up at him, her eyes clouded with gloom.

"When did you buy this?"