Seeing that Nannie was about to shamelessly accuse her in front of everyone, Silvia let out a cold, dismissive laugh.
Her gaze was steady and cool, as if she were watching a clown put on a performance.
She stepped forward, holding her chin high. Her posture was impeccable—poised and elegant, exuding an air of quiet confidence.
“Nannie, I’ve already fallen for this kind of trick before—with someone else,” Silvia said, her eyes flickering with the memory. She had once been foolish enough to take the blame in silence. But that didn’t mean she was willing to do so now.
If Nannie dared to throw around such accusations, she ought to be ready for the consequences.
Silvia wasn’t about to let Nannie keep causing trouble unchecked. Besides, Kent had just agreed to let her handle things—surely, that meant he trusted her to take action.
The thought gave Silvia a surge of satisfaction. Maybe, just maybe, she held more weight in Kent’s eyes than she’d believed—at least enough to stand on equal footing with Nannie for now.
“What tricks?” Nannie demanded, her voice tense. She noticed Silvia’s calm, unhurried demeanor and couldn’t hide the flicker of unease in her own eyes. Staring Silvia down, she insisted, “Are you saying I threw myself down the stairs? Kent knows how much I hate pain—why would I do something like that?”
She spoke quickly, almost as if she were afraid she might miss something important.
Silvia’s lips twisted with amusement. She stepped aside just as a pair of police officers entered the room, their attention immediately settling on Nannie.
“Miss Spencer, we need to ask you some questions about your fall down the stairs,” one of the officers said. His tone was neutral, strictly professional.
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