Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 26

Raymond thought he had his mother all figured out; he turned his back, sulking.

"Mom, Dad is never going to love you the way he loves Miss Sinclair. You should just give up."

"And from now on… even if you go back to being how you used to be, I won't complain about your nagging anymore."

"But you still owe me an apology for what happened today! You snapped at me!"

Raymond rattled on for a while, but Celestine never answered. When he finally spun around, she was already in the car parked outside, and it had long since disappeared down the street.

Raymond's face flushed with anger.

He shouted after the car, venting all his frustration: "Mom, I won't let you get your way!"

He trudged back to the hospital room, thoroughly defeated.

Celia looked up in confusion. "Ray, didn't you say you'd bring back the soup Mom made? Miss Sinclair is still waiting for it. Don't tell me you couldn't get it?"

"Of course I'll get it! There's no way I'm coming back empty-handed." Raymond snapped, his voice rising.

That night, a sudden high fever struck him.

Through the haze, he kept muttering, "Mom… Mom, the soup…"

Chester sat at his bedside, exhaustion etched deep in his eyes.

"Mr. Fordham, Mrs. Fordham still isn't answering," the secretary said, her tone awkward.

What was going on with her? If memory served, this was the second time she'd done this.

Chester's eyes darkened, rare anger flashing across his face. "Is her pride really worth more than her son? Celestine, I seriously underestimated you."

Back at her apartment, Celestine finished saving the client requirements Crystal Lennox had sent over. Once she double-checked for any red flags, she finally allowed herself to settle down and focus on the design sketches.

She had a habit when she worked: total isolation from the outside world. Years ago, when she won her first national award, she'd locked herself in her studio for seven days and nights—never leaving once.

Anything from the outside would only disrupt her flow.

Sometimes, inspiration was so fleeting; if she didn't seize the moment, it might never return.

Just to be safe, Celestine put her phone on airplane mode. She couldn't risk seeing headlines about Joanna and Chester every time she checked the time; it would only throw her off.

Letting go didn't mean she wasn't still angry.

Celestine spent three days in creative seclusion.

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