He had just finished tucking Celia in, pulling the blanket up around her with gentle hands.
But even so, Celia felt cold all over.
She'd seen Tyson's face clearly just now—he was smiling.
How could he possibly smile when they'd just lost their child?
This man…
A wave of regret crashed over her, leaving her convinced she'd just made a terrible mistake.
"You should get some rest. I'll step out and talk to the doctor, find out more about your condition. Try to relax, okay?"
Tyson bent down and kissed her cheek softly, then straightened and left the room.
But instead of heading straight for the doctor, he pulled out his phone and dialed Jude's number.
"I need to be at that business summit," Tyson said without preamble as soon as Jude picked up.
"Tyson, are you giving me orders now?" Jude's voice was lazy, and laughter—female laughter—bubbled in the background.
Tyson swallowed his pride. "No, I'm asking you for a favor."
"Too bad Goodwin Enterprises wasn't invited, huh?" Jude said with a mocking edge. "Tough luck."
Tyson tamped down his anger. "Jude, since we're partners now, is there really any need to be so sarcastic? You know how important this summit is. I have to be there. I can't afford to miss any opportunity that might make Goodwin Enterprises stronger. That's the only way we'll ever stand a chance against Elvis."
And, though he didn't say it out loud, there was one more reason: Winona would almost certainly be there.
The summit invitations always went to the four biggest families in the city.
He'd see Winona there. At least it was better than lurking outside her house, hoping for a glimpse.
Even if Elvis would be right by her side, it was still better than nothing.

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