Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 233

“You know exactly who I suspect.”

Silvia met Kent’s gaze head-on, not backing down an inch.

She’d spent enough years in the capital to know how to keep her head down, never one to make enemies for no reason. It wasn’t hard to figure out who might want to set her up—just a matter of running through the list of people she’d crossed paths with lately. The answer was obvious.

And recently, there was only one woman she’d had a falling out with. Kent knew who she meant.

Seeing the seriousness in Silvia’s expression, Kent couldn’t help but frown slightly.

He spoke with a resigned sigh. “Silvia, we still need to look into this. I know you suspect her, but we can’t just—”

“You know what she’s like, Kent. Probably better than I do.” Silvia cut him off, her lips twisting into a wry smile. There was something complicated in her eyes as she looked at him. “I don’t believe, with your skills, that you haven’t found anything by now. The only explanation is that you haven’t really tried—or you found something and just don’t want to tell me.”

Kent didn’t answer. He could tell Silvia was upset, and decided it was best to let her vent, sitting quietly and listening as she poured out her frustration.

But to Silvia, his silence felt like tacit admission.

Her disappointment was clear. She looked away, lips pressed together.

No matter how much Kent might dislike certain people in the Parsons family, at the end of the day, they were still his relatives.

He would never truly turn against them. Silvia saw that now, with painful clarity.

Her anger ebbed, replaced by a cold calm. She turned her head toward the window, fingers clutching the seatbelt, her eyes dark and unreadable. “Forget it. Let’s just go home. I’m tired.”

“Alright.”

Kent could tell how worn out she was—he didn’t argue, just agreed softly.

Silvia pressed her lips together.

In the darkness, everything felt bigger, more overwhelming. Suddenly, she spoke. “Kent, sometimes I wonder if marrying you was a mistake. I’m just… tired.”

She meant it. The exhaustion was bone-deep.

People always said that marriage was about two families coming together—but she’d never imagined Kent’s family would be so complicated.

There were too many people, too many hidden agendas. Even if Kent told her to keep her distance, there would always be someone seeking her out, dragging her into their mess.

The more she thought about it, the more drained she felt.

Kent was quiet for a moment, his own expression shadowed. Then he said softly, “Silvia, you don’t have to worry about any of this. It’s my problem. Let me handle it.”