The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 62

Noticing her irritation, York reached out and wrapped her hand in his.

"Let's go say goodbye to Silas. It's getting late, we should head back."

York's grip seemed casual, but Madeline couldn't break free at all.

It seemed York was only joking about having a child.

It made sense. York had been in control of everything since he was young. It was just a fleeting joke—if a child actually appeared out of nowhere, his reaction would probably be terrifying.

Not to mention...

Madeline cast her gaze down at their intertwined hands, a bitter smile surfacing in her eyes.

Putting on a show was something Prosecutor Yates was all too familiar with.

She had already suffered enough, and she absolutely refused to let Evie experience even a fraction of that pain.

It seemed her plan to leave The Capital needed to be moved up.

Half an hour later, Madeline and York walked out of the hospital together. Her mind was entirely on Evie, and she was trying to come up with an excuse to head back early.

Before she could speak, a suited older man blocked their path.

Despite his age, the man's eyes were exceptionally sharp. His malicious gaze made him instantly unlikable.

Madeline furrowed her brows.

"Mr. Yates, it's certainly difficult to get a meeting with you. I never expected us to cross paths here at the hospital. What a coincidence."

"Whether it's a coincidence or your extensive surveillance, Mr. Zimmerman, I think we both know the answer."

York shot the man a sidelong glance, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

"My car is right over there. We aren't the mafia, Mr. Zimmerman, so there's no need for you to block the hospital exit, is there?"

Gladly taking the out, Madeline opened the car door and slid inside, completely ignoring the Zimmerman patriarch.

Gideon smiled like a predator masking its fangs.

"Ms. Monroe is exactly as the rumors say—like a block of ice. Beautiful to look at, handles things beautifully, but entirely unapproachable."

"Mr. Zimmerman, there's no one else here. You can drop the pleasantries and stop wasting both of our time."

"You're a straightforward man, Mr. Yates, so I'll get straight to the point. The only thing an old man like me cares about is my grandson."

"He's young and foolish, and we've already disciplined him. He has a long life ahead of him; he can't spend the rest of it behind bars. Could Prosecutor Yates perhaps do the Zimmerman family a favor?"

York toyed with the lighter in his hand, his messy bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. All the laziness he showed around Madeline instantly vanished.

It was replaced by a sharp, icy stare.

"Mr. Zimmerman, the only favors I do are for the law."