Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 179

Since that last, unpleasant encounter with Nannie, Silvia hadn’t seen her for quite some time.

Just as Silvia was finally starting to push the woman out of her thoughts, Nannie suddenly appeared again.

She glanced at Kent, noting the calm on his face. Silvia opened her mouth, searching for something appropriate to say, but the words wouldn’t come.

Was she supposed to tell Kent that she’d make room for them?

What a joke.

She, after all, was Kent’s lawful wife.

“Nannie, out.”

Kent lifted his gaze, his eyes narrow and cool, a warning flickering beneath the surface.

His tone grew heavier. “Did you forget what I told you last time?”

Kent had warned her—if Nannie showed up again and tried to stir up trouble with Silvia, he’d have her sent abroad for treatment.

The reminder clearly struck home. Nannie stared straight at Kent, jaw clenched. But the tension didn’t last. In the next instant, she smiled, that same sweet smile she’d worn the very first time Silvia met her.

Nannie turned her attention from Kent to Silvia, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well,” she said brightly, “since I see Kent’s in good hands, I guess I don’t need to worry. Miss Ashford, would you mind walking me downstairs?”

Her voice was gentle, but there was a hint of challenge beneath the politeness.

Silvia looked to Kent. His brow was furrowed, irritation darkening his expression. He spoke, his voice clipped, “Nannie, are you not able to make it downstairs by yourself?”

“Kent!”

She shot Nannie a cold look. “I’ll take you downstairs, but don’t touch me again.”

Where Nannie’s hand had been, angry red marks stood out on Silvia’s arm.

She had no doubt Nannie did it on purpose.

Silvia led the way toward the elevator, but as they turned the corner, she saw both elevators at the end of the corridor were out of service.

“How much longer?” Nannie called out, sounding more impatient than Silvia felt.

One of the repairmen barely looked up. “At least an hour, maybe more. We’re working as fast as we can.”

Nannie turned to Silvia with a dramatic shrug, hands clasped in front of her, a rueful smile on her lips. “Just our luck. Miss Ashford, I suppose we’ll have to take the stairs.”