Novel Square
Chapter 152
Chapter 152
Marcella knew the Shepards would eventually regret mistreating, Bonnie and disowning, her.
However, Marcella needed to do something first. Although she felt a little nervous, she knocked on Bonnie’s door. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
“Come in,” Bonnie sald lightly. She felt a little guilty and could barely find her voice. Still, she raised her brow and asked, “Are you here to talk about Trina?”
Marcella’s eyes widened. “How’d you know?”
“It was just a wild guess.
Marcella stared at Bonnie unblinkingly. ‘No wonder they say she has an extraordinary mind.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Bonita!” Marcella bowed to show Bonnie her sincerity. “I shouldn’t have sided with Trina and told her where you were. I must tell you that I only helped her because we’re in the same college club.
“I did it because Trina said she wanted to work in your research institute. It just so happened that you got admitted to this hospital, and I thought I could tell her where your ward was. I admit she gifted. me something for that information.
“Oh, that reminds me! I returned the Chanel handbag she gave me. Please don’t hate me, Bonita. Marcella was on the brink of tears.
Ms.
Bonnie approached Marcella and said, “I know all about Trina’s tricks. She has a knack for exploiting people and manipulating them into thanking her for it. You were merely one of her pawns. Don’t worry. I won’t hold it against you.”
Marcella felt a weight lift off her shoulders. As she was about to sigh, Bonnie said, “Still, I said nothing about letting you off the hook just yet. After all, you sold me out.”
The nurse paled as Bonnie smirked and said, “Your punishment is to take a stroll with me.”
Marcella finally shed a tehr.
‘Gosh, I didn’t know how mischievous Ms. Bonnie could be. I wonder if she noticed my tears.”
“One more thing. Stop calling me Ms. Bonita. Bonnie is fine.”
A black Maybach pulled over at the hospital entrance. Ivor helped a gray–haired old lady out of the car, saying, “Watch your steps, Grandma.”
The old woman grinned. “I can’t walk like I used to, but I can see well enough. I may look old, but my eyes are as sharp as a hawk’s.”
“I made an appointment with a top specialist for you, Grandma. He has a ton of clinical experience in treating your knee osteoarthritis. Trust me, your legs will be back to normal in no time.”
Sighing, Winnie responded, “Oh, stop trying to make me feel better. I’ve heard the same thing countless times. All the doctors you found for me were top specialists who had years of clinical experience, but it all ends the same way.
“For the record, I’m not grumbling about them not being good at their jobs, but my osteoarthritis is simply too severe. I don’t think anyone can cure it.”
“Nonsense. You’ll get better,” Ivor said as he helped his grandmother into the hospital.