“No.”
That was all Kent said.
Right now, he had no idea how to explain things to Silvia. Some truths, even spoken aloud, only stirred up more frustration inside him.
After a moment’s thought, Kent decided to keep this to himself for now.
“Silvia.” He gently pulled her into his arms, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, making sure she wasn’t hurt. Only then did he finally relax. “Let me take you home. I’ll handle things here.”
“Okay.”
Silvia didn’t press him for answers. She simply let him lead her away and take her home.
On the drive back, Kent glanced over at her. “Silvia, from now on, if it’s not me personally, don’t get into anyone else’s car. No matter what.”
“All right.”
Silvia nodded. After everything that happened today, she finally understood—she couldn’t just trust any car that pulled up, even if it looked like Kent’s. It could be anyone behind the wheel.
But something nagged at her. Why did Kent seem almost protective of the other party?
The question lingered in her mind, unsettling her. By the time she got home, she was exhausted—she washed up and went straight to bed, drifting off almost immediately.
Later, Kent stood quietly in the doorway, watching her sleep. He pressed his lips together, a complicated look flickering in his eyes.
Taking a shaky breath, Nannie tried again. “Kent, I won’t make any more trouble this time. I just want to stay by your side, that’s all. I can be your little sister—just don’t send me away.”
There was a desperate sincerity in her voice, as if she truly meant every word.
Kent’s gaze hardened. He looked down at her, lips curling in the faintest hint of derision. “Nannie, if you really meant that, you wouldn’t have stolen my car this afternoon. Or arranged for someone to pick up Silvia.”
He’d been in meetings all day, completely unaware of Nannie’s actions. By the time he realized his car was gone, Silvia had already been taken.
His expression turned icy as he fixed her with a hard stare. “I don’t care why you did it. But you’re not staying here. Silvia is my wife. I won’t let anyone come between us. If you truly see me as your brother, you’ll listen to me—leave, and focus on your treatment.”
“Kent!” Nannie’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing. Her voice had lost its tremor; she sounded resolute, almost cold. “I’ve known you longer than she has. Why am I never enough?”

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