The Thorne family certainly didn't need more property, but Milo's gesture was a sincere one.
Winona considered it for a moment. “Alright, if he's offering, I'll accept it.” If she refused, Milo would probably lose sleep for days.
“Good.” Elvis stroked her hair. “Take it. Don't overthink it. The profits from that street I helped him secure are worth far more than a single manor.”
“I know,” Winona said with a light smile. A wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she couldn't suppress a yawn. “I'm going up to bed.”
“Okay.”
As she turned to go, Elvis caught her wrist, gently pulling her back. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Goodnight.”
His arm was still around her waist. Her heart hammered in her chest. “Mm, goodnight…” she managed to reply, feeling dazed.
...
Celia didn't sleep a wink.
The sun was streaming through the window, but she lay with her eyes open, staring blankly outside.
The caregiver came in as usual. “Miss Goodwin, for breakfast today…”
“Get out! Get the hell out!”
Celia's sudden outburst startled the caregiver, who quickly retreated. In the time she had been looking after Celia, her moods had been erratic. She was often verbally abusive and had even thrown pillows at her. If the pay weren't so good, she would have quit long ago.


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