Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 230

“There’s a trace of pesticide residue,” the doctor said.

Pesticide?

Silvia froze, stunned. She never would have guessed—it was pesticide.

The woman lying in the hospital bed was always cheerful at work, not the kind of person to take something like that herself.

And pesticide acts fast. That meant the reaction had started right after she ate the bread someone had brought in.

The problem was the bread.

Silvia lowered her gaze, took out her phone, and quickly texted Kent.

Behind her, a few coworkers gathered around, staring at the doctor with anxious faces. “Is it dangerous?” one of them asked, worry etched in every word.

“Not at all,” the doctor replied calmly. “You can relax. The amount was extremely small—less than a milligram, by my estimate. As long as she gets prompt treatment, there shouldn’t be any serious harm.”

Silvia finally felt the knot in her chest start to loosen.

If her colleague had suffered any lasting effects because of this, Silvia would have carried that guilt for the rest of her life.

“Silvia, you didn’t get much rest last night, and you were working late again. Why don’t you head home and get some sleep?” another coworker suggested, noticing her distant look and assuming she was feeling unwell.

Silvia felt a wave of warmth from their concern and let out a slow breath. She decided to be honest with them. “The pesticide… It must have come from the bread she ate.”

Silvia allowed herself a faint smile, then composed herself and turned to the group. “Don’t worry. I’ll get to the bottom of this and make sure you all get an answer.”

Her coworkers nodded, none of them blaming her. After all, no one else had eaten the bread, and there was no reason for Silvia to have done anything to harm them.

“But, Silvia,” someone ventured, “if it really was the bread, do you think the bakery could’ve done this on purpose? Some kind of grudge or… revenge?”

They were grasping at theories, trying to help Silvia make sense of it all.

She shook her head, her expression growing serious. “Things like this aren’t just coincidence,” she said quietly.

Deep down, Silvia was sure—someone had done this on purpose. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes.