Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 131

“Mr. Johnny, I’ll have to trouble you to look further into my grandmother Wilhelmina’s cause of death.”

Silvia was the first to bring up the next step.

A faint crease appeared between her brows, her eyes flickering with a complicated light.

Back then, when her grandmother passed away, the family had ordered some investigations. But nothing suspicious turned up at the time. Either there truly was nothing amiss, or whoever was responsible had covered their tracks too well, leaving them with no evidence.

Now, after all these years, digging up the truth wouldn’t be easy.

“If I need any documents, I’ll contact Miss Ashford,” Johnny replied, nodding as he adjusted his glasses. That was as good as a promise.

Detectives were never ones to shy away from a challenge. In fact, the deeper the mystery, the more determined they became to solve it.

Johnny left Nimbus Coffee first. Silvia remained seated, cradling her mug and sipping slowly.

Suddenly, she heard someone take the booth behind her. With her back to them, Silvia recognized a familiar woman’s voice.

“Miss Williamson, I’ve done what you asked. When will you pay the rest?”

Was that… Amy?

Silvia hadn’t interacted much with Amy, but lately they’d been seeing each other almost every day, so she recognized the voice immediately.

She had been about to leave, but hearing Amy here—referring to the woman across from her as “Miss Williamson”—made her pause.

Silvia stayed quietly in her seat.

Then Vianne’s voice drifted over, tinged with a playful lilt at the end. “Why do you think I should pay you if the job wasn’t done properly?”

“…”

Today had certainly been full of surprises.

She never would have guessed that Amy even knew Vianne.

And from the sound of it, their relationship was… strictly business?

Maybe Amy’s attitude toward her had something to do with Vianne.

Silvia had no idea what they were discussing, but a vague unease lingered in her chest.

That evening, at Chronos Gardens.

Taking advantage of her day off, Silvia cooked dinner at home and waited for Kent to get back so they could eat together. But by seven o’clock, all the food on the table was cold, and he still hadn’t returned.

She glanced at the neatly set places across from her and then at the unanswered messages on her phone. The brightness in her eyes slowly faded away.