“You… Silvia, I never expected you to be so cold and heartless. How could someone like Kent possibly care about you?”
As Nannie’s words hung in the air, Silvia’s lips twitched in a faint, disdainful smile. Her eyes flashed with a chill that sent a shiver through the room.
“He cares about you, but that has nothing to do with me,” Silvia replied, her tone icy. “Nannie, if you’re that desperate to see him, there’s always a way. Jump out that window—maybe he’ll spot your corpse from across the street.”
There was no kindness left in Silvia for someone determined to pin the blame on her. She simply watched Nannie, her gaze mocking and impassive.
Even the others in the hospital room seemed stunned. Not only did Silvia refuse to comfort the hysterical patient—she seemed almost to be encouraging her to leap?
They stared at her, unsettled by the seriousness in her expression. She wasn’t joking, that much was clear. For a moment, everyone reconsidered what they thought they knew about Miss Ashford. She didn’t look cruel, but her words cut like ice. Clearly, she couldn’t stand the patient.
Nannie’s gaze slid toward the window, her brow furrowing in confusion. Should she really jump? If she did, someone would actually die.
And dying now—well, that was hardly worth it. She might be willing to injure herself, but not to throw her life away for nothing. If Kent were here, maybe it would be worth the performance. But with no one to watch, there was no point in dying.

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