At Tate Manor, Celine was focused on preparing the antidote when the door suddenly swung open. A maid entered and said, "Celine, Mrs. Tate Senior requests your presence."
What could Sonia possibly want with her?
Without even looking up, Celine answered flatly, "I'm not going."
The maid was taken aback. "What? How can you refuse? Mrs. Tate Senior specifically asked for you. This is highly disrespectful!"
Celine let out a sharp laugh. The fact that a mere maid dared to lecture her only underscored how little the Tate family valued her.
"Let me make this clear. I'm here to create the antidote because they asked me to, not because I chose to be here. Mrs. Tate Senior can come to me if she has something to discuss. I won't be going to her."
"You—"
After seeing Celine's unrelenting attitude, the maid could only storm off in frustration.
When she reached Sonia's room, Sonia immediately stepped forward. "Where's Celine?"
"Mrs. Tate Senior, I went to fetch her, but she refused to come," the maid replied.
Sonia's expression tightened. "Why?"
"Mrs. Tate Senior, Celine is insufferably arrogant. She said that if you have something to discuss, you'll have to go to her—she won't be coming to you."
Sonia froze.
"What should we do now, Mrs. Tate Senior?" the maid asked.
Sonia's expression was dark with worry. What more could she do? Her beloved son, Hayden, lay in a hospital bed, and the doctors had declared him to be in a vegetative state. She had no choice—Celine was her only hope.
"Fine, I'll go to Celine myself."
Soon after, Sonia arrived at Celine's room. "Celine, I need to speak with you."
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