A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 40

When Winona fell silent, Mr. Ford didn't press the issue. He simply said, "Let's keep you here for another couple of days, just to be safe. Don't worry—I'll have someone come by to help take care of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elvis walked in from the hallway.

"I've already asked my attorney to file charges against Celia," he announced.

He paused, his expression grave. "But you should be prepared. Given the circumstances, she'll probably only be held for a few days—if that."

After all, Winona's injuries weren't too severe. And if the Goodwin family pulled some strings, Celia might not even spend a night behind bars.

But Elvis had no intention of letting them get off that easily.

"That's alright," Winona replied with a small smile.

She knew perfectly well that Celia wouldn't face any real consequences this time. What mattered was that a record would exist—a formal account of Celia's malice toward her. Maybe, when the time came to expose the truth about the accident, this would help her case.

Elvis nodded, watching her carefully. "I've arranged for a nurse to stay with you these next couple of days. Better to be cautious—she'll make sure you're comfortable."

Winona couldn't help but laugh. Elvis and Mr. Ford were starting to sound like a broken record.

Truth be told, she felt fine. She could check out tomorrow if she wanted and manage just fine on her own. Still, their concern warmed her heart.

Mr. Ford shot Elvis a conspiratorial smile. "Well, if Mr. Rogers has everything handled, I suppose I have nothing to worry about."

Before Winona could reply, he stifled a yawn. "Ah, old age—I can't stay up so late anymore. Nona, I'll be at the hotel next door if you need anything. I'll come check on you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Mr. Ford. Rest well."

Once Mr. Ford left, the room grew quiet, just Winona and Elvis remaining. Maybe it was because they'd been through so much together, but she didn't feel awkward. Still, having him come all this way in the middle of the night, helping her with everything—it made her a little uneasy. She owed Elvis, and she wasn't sure how—or if—she'd ever settle that debt.

And you're…gentle, she almost said. But she hesitated, unsure if she was imagining it—Elvis always seemed so distant, so reserved.

For a moment, Elvis said nothing. Then, quietly, "I'm not the good person you think I am."

"Huh?" Winona blinked in confusion.

What did he mean by that?

Before she could ask, a timid knock sounded at the door—the nurse, poking her head in nervously.

Elvis stood up. "Get some rest. I'll be going now."

As he left, he glanced briefly at the nurse, who immediately nodded and all but promised on her life to look after Winona.