A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 45

Celia was seething.

She hadn't wanted to apologize to Winona in the first place—Simone had dragged her here, practically forcing her hand. And now, Winona had the nerve to send someone to block their way?

Celia had zero patience for the nurse standing guard, but unfortunately, this woman knew what she was doing. No matter how hard Celia tried, she and her mother couldn't get past her.

Furious, Celia snapped, "Do you even know who we are? If you cross the Goodwin family, you'll never work in Seastone City again!"

The nurse ignored her completely. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Elvis approaching, and immediately straightened up, greeting him with a respectful, "Mr. Rogers."

Elvis's icy gaze landed on Celia.

She met his eyes and involuntarily shivered. For the first time, she could see it clearly—Elvis didn't just look cold; there was open contempt in his stare, as if she were something he needed to scrape off his shoe.

Unbelievable.

She had looks, style, and no shortage of men lining up to chase her, but Elvis always looked at her like she was nothing. It had to be Winona—she must've filled his ears with poison about her!

"Mr. Rogers," Simone said, forcing a bright smile, "is this nurse working for you?"

Elvis didn't reply. Simone pressed on, "With Nona in the hospital, I've been worried sick. I even made her favorite soup and came all this way to see her, but your staff won't let us through… Nona is my daughter-in-law, after all. Isn't this a bit much?"

In reality, Elvis hadn't specifically instructed the nurse to block them, but he didn't bother to correct her. Instead, his voice was flat as he repeated the key phrase:

"Daughter-in-law?"

"Of course," Simone replied quickly. "Nona is married to my son, so naturally—"

Elvis had no intention of letting them anywhere near Winona. He gave the nurse a look, and she immediately said, "You need to leave now. If you don't, I'll have security escort you out, and that won't be pretty."

Simone was still simmering with anger, but what could she do in front of Elvis?

Damn Winona—even blocked her number, so she couldn't even call her to plead her case.

Fine. She'd have a proper talk with Tyson. When Winona finally came crawling back to admit she was wrong, they'd make sure she paid for it.

"Let's go," Simone muttered to Celia.

Celia, who had never wanted to apologize to Winona anyway, was more than happy to leave.

What she didn't know was that by nightfall, she'd be sitting in a holding cell.