Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 181

Kent wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close until she was sheltered completely in his embrace.

He looked down, his gaze steady and intent on the woman before him. She was petite, delicate, her face etched with anxiety—as if his answer mattered to her more than anything.

Silly girl.

She didn’t need to ask. He would always believe her, no matter what.

Kent let out a quiet sigh, his lips parting gently. His voice was calm, soothing, as if he could chase away her worries with a single word. “Yes. I believe you.”

Silvia’s eyes shimmered, caught off guard by how much his simple reassurance meant.

She struggled to find the right words for the feeling blooming in her chest. It was as if, even if her whole world fell apart, he would still be there, standing behind her, unwavering and steadfast.

The thought was almost laughably dramatic, but it left a strange warmth in her heart.

Suddenly, her mind flashed back to their days in Luminova City. She remembered how Vianne had “accidentally” fallen into the water—a trick not unlike something Nannie might pull.

Back then, Vianne had said a few careless words, and Shipley instantly believed it was Silvia who’d pushed her.

Would Kent be the same?

Maybe he trusted her now, but only because he hadn’t heard Nannie’s side of the story yet.

If Kent ever did hear it, would his faith falter?

The thought made Silvia pause. She gently slipped from Kent’s arms, handing him her coat with a quiet, subdued voice. “I’ll cooperate with the investigation. You should stay here and rest.”

As she was about to step into the patrol car, a familiar figure caught her eye from the corner of her vision. She turned.

Kent was striding over, fully dressed, his long steps almost hurried—as if he was afraid he might miss her.

Silvia noticed and, though her eyes brightened for just a moment, she kept her composure. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m coming with you,” Kent replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He glanced at the officer.

The officer stiffened under Kent’s gaze, but maintained his professional bearing. “Sir, there’s no need to worry. We’re just asking her some routine questions. If she hasn’t harmed anyone, she’s free to go. You don’t need to come along.”

Just as he finished speaking, the officer’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, saw it was his superior, and quickly answered.

After a brief, tense conversation, the officer looked back at Kent, his expression suddenly a bit more complicated.