Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 90

If it had been an ordinary patient, Lester had any number of tricks—gentle or forceful—to handle the situation.

But this was Nannie.

Even for Kent’s sake, he couldn’t just act as he pleased.

Kent shot Lester a grateful look and hurried his pace, making his way to Nannie’s room.

He pushed open the door. The room was so still, so eerily silent it sent a chill down his spine.

The bed was empty.

Drip.

From the adjoining bathroom came the sound of water droplets hitting the tile floor.

Kent’s brow furrowed sharply. He spun around and peered inside.

The cramped bathroom, its porcelain tiles as pale as ivory, was stained with a splash of fresh, vivid red that looked all the more horrifying under the stark lights.

A woman in a plain white dress lay slumped in a pool of blood. Beside her limp hand rested a fruit knife.

“Lester!” Kent’s voice rose, sharp and commanding, calling Lester from just outside the door. His tone was edged with cold urgency. “Emergency! Now!”

Rescue.

It wasn’t the first time.

Nannie had hurt herself repeatedly—her wrists bore scars, some deep, some shallow, all haunting reminders of past attempts.

As fate would have it, every time, Kent managed to arrive just in time to pull her back from the brink.

Nearly an hour passed before the doors to the emergency room finally swung open. Lester stepped out and met Kent’s eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Kent, she’s in a critical state. You really… shouldn’t let her keep having this hold over you. After all these years, you’ve done more than enough for her.”

“We’ll try again.” Kent’s expression was dark, his eyes clouded and somber.

If he married, there’d be someone else—and she’d be left alone.

Kent finally turned to face her. Looking at Nannie’s pitifully pale face, he felt nothing but a distant, weary pity. “If you cooperate with your treatment, you won’t need anyone to look after you.”

“Are you abandoning me?”

Nannie blinked, and suddenly her eyes brimmed with tears. She burst into sobs, her face flushed, the picture of innocence and heartbreak.

“Nannie, I don’t want my wife to feel uneasy.” Kent saw the way Nannie’s features twisted, recognized the warning signs of another episode. “Get some rest. I have things to take care of. I’ll visit you later.”

With that, Kent left the room. At the door, he glanced at the bodyguard stationed outside and spoke in a low, firm voice, “Keep an eye on her. Don’t let her leave.”

Nannie’s moods had been dangerously erratic these past few days. If she wasn’t closely watched, she’d surely try something reckless.

He wouldn’t let Nannie disrupt Silvia’s life again.