Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 244

He spoke with such openness, as if he truly believed every word he said.

But as Silvia watched Gray, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Every detail that might have exposed a flaw—he’d brushed them all aside as mere “coincidence.”

When the whole story is nothing but one coincidence after another, it just rings false.

Without turning around, she addressed the officer, her voice steady: “Could you please check Gray’s personal bank account, as well as his father’s account at the hospital? See if there have been any deposits.”

Her tone was calm, but her eyes never left Gray’s face, searching for even the slightest sign that he was rattled.

Gray, however, just let out a hollow laugh, his eyes filled with despair.

At this moment, Gray was utterly unreadable—there were no cracks in his facade.

A female officer approached from behind, resting her hands gently on Silvia’s shoulders and giving her a reassuring pat.

She offered Silvia a sympathetic look, her voice soft and comforting. “Miss Ashford, I know all of this must be a lot for you. But please, try not to worry. We’ll investigate thoroughly and make sure you get the answers you deserve.”

She spoke with such warmth, clearly hoping to calm Silvia’s nerves.

But after everything that had happened, Silvia was far past being easily shaken.

All she knew was that Gray’s explanation was riddled with things that didn’t add up—each one a thread worth pulling. She couldn’t just let it go.

Silvia had always trusted her instincts.

Now, aside from that lingering strangeness, she couldn’t think of anything else to pursue. All she could do was nod, her voice quiet but resolute: “Thank you. I’ll leave it to you, then.”

“I came to check on Laird Jordan. How about you?”

He pressed his lips together, hesitating for a moment before replying, “I’m here for the same reason. There are some things I need to ask him directly.”

“Did your boss send you?” Silvia continued, though she already knew the answer.

The assistant only worked for Kent—he hardly seemed like the type to visit hospital patients on his own time.

He nodded, then, after a moment’s thought, stepped a little closer and lowered his voice. “Mrs. Parsons, to be honest… Mr. Parsons is very concerned about you. He’s asked me to keep looking into this situation. But the Parsons family is complicated. If we want to get to the bottom of this, we’ll need hard evidence.”

There was something he left unsaid: even if you have the evidence, it doesn’t guarantee you can root out the people behind it.

Silvia gave him a long, meaningful look, her response mild. “I understand. Thank you.”