The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 73

On the drive back, Madeline stared out the window in a daze, her mind entirely consumed by Piper's situation.

If her parents were bringing Piper up, it meant they were actively trying to pull Miles out of the crossfire.

But... what did Piper's case have to do with Miles?

She pinched the bridge of her nose in exhaustion. Between worrying about Evie's health and everything else, she hadn't had the time to check in on her old friends.

And of course, Piper's life fell apart at the exact same time.

She knew Piper. Her friend was fiercely unyielding. Unless that scumbag had pushed her over the absolute edge, Piper would never have resorted to something so drastic.

Regardless, now that she knew, there was no way she could just sit back and do nothing.

But since Miles was involved, she had to tread carefully.

After all, Miles was...

A suffocating wave of despair washed over her at the memory, and she balled her hands into tight fists to ground herself.

The second York arrived at Azure Bay, the DA's Office called him in for an urgent matter.

His departure actually left Madeline feeling relieved.

She had been dreading the moment York would inevitably bring up her family's demands.

Even if he didn't intervene, the fact that her family had asked for the favor left a bitter taste in her mouth.

That was the reality of a marriage of convenience—it was always unfair, always imbalanced.

With York, she could never stand on equal footing.

That was exactly why she had hated this arrangement from the very beginning.

Even with her toxic relationship with her family, even with her constantly walking on eggshells, she never wanted York to see how utterly trapped she was.

But today, at the Monroe Residence...

Madeline felt as though a boulder was crushing her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She pulled out her phone and called Sloane Sutton.

Madeline's eyes were clear, her tone absolute.

Sloane's inner gossip flared to life.

"You're that sure?"

"No matter how messed up things are between us, York is a fundamentally decent man."

Madeline murmured, gazing out the window.

Outside the Yates Manor, the sycamore trees were lush and green, sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling the ground below.

"You're that sure?"

Madeline didn't answer.

When she had first chosen York as her ticket out.

It hadn't just been because of his status in the Yates family. It was because of his unwavering sense of justice.