Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 162

Silvia nodded obediently.

A few relatives came over to say their goodbyes, and she responded to each of them in turn.

It wasn’t until she finally stepped out of Parsons Mansion that she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

She shot Kent a strange look, feeling the urge to vent but finding herself too drained to even complain.

After all, these were Kent’s relatives.

Growing up in this kind of environment, it was a wonder he wasn’t depressed. In fact, just being well-adjusted was already impressive.

Kent must have gotten used to this way of life a long time ago.

Sensing her gaze, Kent opened the car door and said softly, “If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t bottle it up.”

“I just think, unless there’s something really important, maybe I shouldn’t come to your family gatherings anymore.” Silvia rubbed her temples and sighed. “There are just too many people. I can’t remember everyone’s names.”

It was only half an excuse—truthfully, she just didn’t like it there.

Before visiting, she’d imagined his family would be easy to get along with.

But once inside, she’d felt like an animal at a zoo, on display for everyone to gawk at. Their stares weren’t exactly welcoming.

Kent let out a short, almost mocking laugh at her comment. “It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember them. You’re never going to have much to do with them anyway.”

Silvia studied him, her elegant brows furrowing slightly.

Just now, hadn’t it seemed like Kent didn’t much care for his own family either?

Or was she just imagining things?

Silvia nodded, only half understanding.

She lowered her gaze to the phone screen, then exited the chat without replying, just as Kent had advised.

Once home, Silvia washed up, got into bed, and began browsing renovation companies on her phone, determined to find the right team for her new business.

She was scrolling through endless options, eyes starting to blur, when suddenly her phone rang.

The number wasn’t saved. For a split second, Silvia’s first instinct was to hang up—after all the trouble Shipley had caused, she’d begun screening unknown calls. But seeing the caller was from Capital City, she hesitated, then answered.

“Hello, who’s calling?”

There was a burst of laughter on the other end, followed by a woman’s slightly husky voice: “Silvia, are you free tomorrow? How about spending the day shopping with your aunt?”