Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 178

After tossing out that remark, Vianne turned on her heel and strode away, leaving Silvia with nothing but the chill of her retreating silhouette.

Silvia watched her go, the corners of her mouth twisting into a faint, sardonic smile.

Honestly, it was almost laughable.

She glanced at the untouched food on the table and began to eat in silence, picking at her meal alone.

When she finally made it home, she waited until nearly eleven at night, but there was still no sign of Kent.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Silvia let out a lazy yawn and checked her phone—no messages from Kent, not even a missed call.

A faint crease appeared between her brows, her gaze flickering with uncertainty.

Forget it.

Let him do whatever he wants.

She didn’t really have any right to question where Kent went or what he was doing anymore.

With that thought, Silvia felt a small wave of relief. She headed to her room, planning to wash up and go to bed, but just as she was about to turn in, her phone rang. Kent’s name flashed on the screen.

She answered, but instead of Kent’s voice, a vaguely familiar man greeted her from the other end.

“Hey, Silvia, are you still up?”

She searched her memory for the voice—Geoffrey.

Silvia frowned slightly, her elegant brows knitting together. “Not yet. Is something wrong?”

Geoffrey sounded audibly relieved. “Yeah, sorry to bother you this late. Kent had a bit too much to drink tonight. It set off his stomach—he’s got some internal bleeding. Could you come to the hospital?”

“Of course.”

He looked miserable, clutching his stomach as if it twisted with pain.

At his words, Silvia pulled her hand back at once. “Is there anything I can do? Something to help with the pain?”

Watching the way his brows drew together, she felt a slow, creeping worry build inside her.

It had always been Kent taking care of her in hospitals before.

Seeing the concern in her eyes, a barely-there smile flickered at Kent’s lips. “You don’t need to do anything. Just stay here.”

So Silvia sat quietly at his side, keeping him company.

Minutes later, the door swung open without warning. A woman in a pale pink dress hurried into the room.

“Kent—” She stopped short, her eyes locking on Silvia’s figure. Her expression shifted, just a shade off. “Miss Ashford? What are you doing here?”