A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 39

Still, if Celia ended up with a criminal record, word would get out. It would be shameful, and people would just use it as another excuse to sneer at the Goodwin family.

"Nona, come on, we're all family here. Let's talk this through—Celia can apologize to you right now…"

"Who's family with you?" Winona shot her a frosty glance, her voice cold as ice.

"Nona—"

"Winona!" Tyson glared at her, anger flashing in his eyes. "Do you have to be like this?"

He took a slow, deep breath. "My patience has its limits."

Winona almost laughed at that, but Mr. Ford spoke up before she could.

"Young man, are you kidding me? Your people deliberately shoved our Nona, left her with a mild concussion, and now you're standing here talking about your patience? What exactly are you putting up with, huh? Anyone listening in would think you're the victim here! Let me make myself clear: we are not letting this go."

"Mr. Ford, don't bother arguing with him," Winona said wearily, exhaustion written all over her face. "I'm tired. I just want to sleep."

"Of course." Mr. Ford nodded at once, then shot Tyson a glare. "Did you hear her? Both of you—leave. Now."

Tyson's eyes locked on Winona, but at that moment, Elvis stepped to the side, his tall frame blocking Tyson's view completely.

"Out," Elvis said, his tone brooking no argument, a heavy pressure in his voice.

Tyson's hands balled into fists.

He held Elvis's gaze, but when he spoke, his words were aimed at Winona. "Winona, I'm really angry now. Don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode out, shoulders stiff with fury. Simone, left with no reason to stay, hurried after him.

So he simply said, "Well, the Thorne family and the Rogers family have grown close these past couple of years, and I happened to hear that Mr. Rogers was in town. I just mentioned it in passing."

"Anyway, since you've already told him, please just promise me you won't tell my dad or my grandmother about any of this."

"I know, you've made that clear before." Mr. Ford let out a sigh. "But really, Winona, are you going to keep things like this from them forever? You were lucky this time. What if something serious had happened—were you still planning to keep them in the dark?"

His words brought the memory of that car accident two years ago flooding back.

She had never told her father or grandmother about it.

She hadn't wanted them to worry, and, back then, she'd also feared they'd take it out on Tyson.

The irony of it all… She'd been lying in a hospital bed, badly injured, still worrying about Tyson's feelings. And Tyson? He was busy protecting the very person who'd hurt her.