A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 135

The hospital room door swung open without warning. Celia's face lit up instantly, her voice bubbling with joy as she called out, "Ty—"

But when she saw who actually stepped in, her smile froze. Fear flickered in her eyes, turning her excitement into dread.

"You… What are you doing here?"

Jude Quincy strolled in, his movements unhurried. "Well, I heard my own flesh and blood was almost lost, so I thought I'd check in." He stopped by the side of her bed, looking down at her with a cold, taunting smirk. "What's with that face? Is that how you greet the baby's real father?"

Celia's chest tightened. She hurried to sit up, glancing past him toward the hallway.

"Relax," Jude said, his gaze pinning her in place. "There's no one else out there."

His eyes sent a chill down her spine. She shrank back under the covers, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound steady. "You're not welcome here."

"Not welcome?" He let out a low, mocking laugh and reached out, gripping her chin with just enough force to make her wince. "You didn't seem to mind when you were throwing yourself at me overseas, Celia. Or when you strolled into my hotel room in Seastone and stripped off your clothes. Funny, you didn't say I wasn't welcome then."

Her brows pulled together in pain. She didn't dare fight him, only biting her lip and pleading softly, "Mr. Quincy, please… let go of me."

He snorted and finally released her.

"Mr. Quincy, you've got it all wrong," Celia forced herself to stay calm. "This baby isn't yours. Tyson is the father."

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