Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 95

“I am.” Silvia’s voice was calm, her eyes shadowed and restless.

Most people wouldn’t bother saving a hospital’s phone number. But she had.

Back in Luminova City, when she’d been sick and alone in the clinic, Shipley had been off with Vianne. So Silvia saved the hospital’s number, just in case she needed it again.

Remembering the pain and desperation she’d felt the last time she’d answered a call from this number, Silvia could only feel a bitter sort of self-mockery.

On the other end, the hospital staffer spoke briskly, voice clipped and professional. “Your boyfriend, Shipley, has been admitted with gastroenteritis. He’s in the hospital now and needs someone to look after him. Could you come by? There are some forms we need you to complete as well.”

Boyfriend.

What a joke.

Silvia’s lips twitched in a cold, mocking smile. “I’m married. You have the wrong person. Sorry.”

She hung up.

At that moment, in the heart of Luminova City’s central hospital—

Shipley sat hunched over, clutching his stomach, pale as a sheet as he faced the nurse at the front desk.

He watched the call end abruptly, and his face darkened. “What did she say?”

“Uh... Mr. Barlow, are you sure you gave us the right number? The lady who answered said she’s married.” The nurse sounded awkward, glancing at Shipley’s striking face—handsome features, brows furrowed, and those charming, upturned eyes that still managed a hint of a smile, making him look oddly pitiful.

“There’s no mistake.” Shipley offered her a gentle smile, warm as spring sunshine. His voice was soft. “She’s just upset with me, that’s all.”

“Then, Mr. Barlow, do you still want to stay in the hospital?” the nurse asked.

Truth was, Shipley’s illness wasn’t that serious—just too much alcohol and the wrong kind of fruit. He could have recovered just fine at home.

But Shipley had insisted on checking in, handed over his prescription, and made them call his “girlfriend.”

“No, that’s alright.” The smile in Shipley’s eyes faded a little. He turned and walked out, his posture straight and unbothered, hardly looking like a sick man at all.

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