Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 227

The car was already cramped, and with Kent’s sudden remark, the air inside seemed to heat up despite the chilly silence just moments before.

Silvia felt as if the whole world had gone quiet.

In that stillness, she could hear the steady thud of her own heartbeat.

It was a strange sensation—one she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Her mind wandered, and for a moment her eyes grew distant, almost dazed.

She knew exactly what was happening to her. This fluttering in her chest—she had only ever felt it once before, back when she first fell for Shipley.

So... did this mean she was starting to have feelings for Kent?

Silvia quickly looked away, not daring to meet Kent’s eyes again. Her earlobes glowed a gentle pink, betraying her embarrassment.

Kent caught a glimpse of her expression and couldn’t help but smirk; a faint smile softened his sharp gaze.

He didn’t press the moment any further. Instead, he started the car and drove Silvia home.

They left together, a quiet happiness settling between them. Meanwhile, back in the office building, Vianne was struggling for nearly half the night to get Shipley downstairs.

The man was drunk—completely—and on top of that, was still recovering from an injury. He leaned his full weight against Vianne, barely able to keep himself upright.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, letting him rest against her as they slowly made their way outside.

But as they walked, Vianne heard Shipley mumble, his voice soft and gentle: “Sweet Silvia, come back to me...”

When those words reached her ears, Vianne was at a loss. She was here, right beside him, holding him up—yet the only woman on his mind was still Silvia.

Leaning forward, he suddenly crushed Vianne into a tight embrace, as if he’d just reclaimed something precious beyond measure.

He breathed in deeply. “Sweet Silvia, I promise I’ll never make you angry again. Please, don’t leave me.”

As she listened to his gentle, almost childlike murmurs, Vianne’s tears fell harder, unstoppable, like a summer downpour.

She let him hold her, but all she felt was a cold emptiness.

In that moment, she had no idea what to say.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the cab arrived. Vianne took a shaky breath, forced her voice to remain steady, and patted Shipley’s back gently.

“Shipley, the car’s here,” she said quietly. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”