Never Forgive Never Forget (Celeste and Philip) novel Chapter 110

Tossing and turning, all he could see was Celeste's rejection and indifference.

If this had been before, Celly would never have just sat by, calmly savoring her meal while he was being punished. She would have rushed over to shield him from the cane, tears in her eyes, frantically asking if he was alright.

But now—nothing.

Celeste didn't even hesitate to get into another man's car after he'd just helped her.

The thought made his blood boil. Herbert itched to find Celeste, to demand a real answer from her, once and for all.

Narrowing his eyes, Herbert studied Philip, wondering just how much feeling this man still had for Celeste.

Amanda spoke up, her voice sharp. "Celeste has always been disrespectful to Herbert. She knows he's in the hospital, but she hasn't visited even once. Mr. Robertson, you and Celeste have always been close. Could you talk some sense into her? After all, Herbert is her father. Deep down, he cares about her."

"She's his daughter—no matter what's happened, she should at least show up when her father's sick, shouldn't she?"

All Amanda wanted was to get Celeste here. Once she arrived, they could deal with her however Herbert saw fit.

Amanda's plan was clear as day.

Herbert chimed in, echoing her words. "How did I end up with such an ungrateful daughter? Mr. Robertson, you're close to her. Maybe you can help keep her in line."

He simply needed someone who could keep Celeste under control.

But Philip wasn't playing along.

Celeste had already turned her back on him, throwing away thirteen years of memories without a second thought. Of course, she'd refuse to visit a father she despised or a stepmother she couldn't stand.

With Celeste gone, there was no point in him hanging around either.

"She has a mind of her own," Philip said coolly. "Since Mr. Duncan is doing well, I'll take my leave."

"Wait!" Herbert called out hastily, probing, "Mr. Robertson, if you don't mind me asking—what exactly are your intentions with Cece? Are you hoping to get back together with her, or…?"

Every word dripped with accusation, painting Celeste as the other woman.

Philip's heart pounded, a cold sense of clarity dawning on him.

Celeste—so young, so sheltered, having spent all these years by his side, so trusting and naïve.

Alfred, on the other hand, was older, calculating, manipulative.

His Celly must have been deceived!

Philip's gaze darkened.

"I understand. I'll look after her."

He would make sure Celly saw the truth—Alfred only ever saw her as a plaything.