Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 130

He could only truly feel at ease if she remained constantly within his sight.

When Kent voiced his concern, Silvia merely smiled, soft and untroubled.

“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself,” she replied.

Kent fell silent.

Even now, Silvia still treated them as two entirely separate people. Even though they were living under the same roof, for her it was no different than sharing an apartment with some random guy.

Changing her mind about that was going to be a long, uphill battle.

Silvia, oblivious to Kent’s inner turmoil, returned to Chronos Gardens. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, leaving her exhausted. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Kent didn’t go back to the office that evening. Instead, he sat on the living room sofa, close enough for Silvia to find him if she needed anything.

Just then, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his assistant. He answered, “Yes?”

“Mr. Parsons, the man who was driving—the one who caused the accident—his name’s Grady Murgatroyd. He’s, well, unstable.”

A madman. That made it much harder to press charges.

It all seemed like a tragic accident.

But as Kent listened to the name, a memory surfaced—Amy Murgatroyd. Grady Murgatroyd.

Murgatroyd wasn’t a common surname.

Could they be related?

“Look into it,” Kent ordered quietly. “See if there’s any connection between Amy Murgatroyd—she’s the head of design at The Ashford Group—and this Grady.”

“Understood.”

“But when it comes to Vianne’s accounts, I’m afraid I hit a wall.” Johnny adjusted his glasses, a flicker of frustration in his voice. “There’s inheritance tax, of course, and she paid some of it, but I can’t determine the exact amount.”

Silvia remembered paying inheritance tax herself, though she had left the details to her family at the time—she’d been too caught up in her own world to care.

“All her accounts are offshore,” Johnny went on, sighing. “That makes things tricky.”

He hesitated, then asked cautiously, “Miss Ashford, if it’s not too much trouble, could you ask your family if they know—?”

“That’s not really possible,” Silvia interrupted gently, her refusal firm but kind. “It’s all right, Johnny. If we can’t find out, then we can’t.”

If she asked, her family would know something was up. She didn’t want to give them any more reason to worry.

Silvia’s fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes suddenly sharp and cold. “The important thing is, she took the inheritance. And that will—they forged it. We’ve confirmed that much.”

Now, it was time to uncover the truth behind her grandmother’s death.