A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 245

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.

Tyson and Celia had been in the Capital for some time, and neither had been in contact with her. She had grown uneasy when they stopped responding to her messages and had someone look into their situation.

What she discovered had horrified her. Celia had miscarried.

She had booked the first flight from Seastone City last night.

“Mom…” Celia's eyes welled with tears. “I'm already in so much pain. Please don't scold me.”

Seeing her daughter's distress, Simone's anger softened. She walked over, set down her purse, and sat Celia down on the edge of the bed.

“What is it? Are you hurting somewhere? How did you miscarry? And that baby… it wasn't…”