She’d endured more than enough hardship before, and Kent had no intention of letting Silvia suffer any longer.
He slipped his arm around her shoulders, the smile at his lips growing wider.
He couldn’t quite figure out what had gotten into her, what had sparked this sudden determination, but at least now Silvia wasn’t resisting him the way she used to. It was, in its own way, a good sign.
Once they got into the car, Silvia was fiddling with a pastry in her hands, about to reach for a napkin before fastening her seatbelt. But before she could move, Kent leaned over, his hand reaching across to buckle her in himself.
“Silvia, when I’m here, let me take care of these things for you.”
His voice was gentle, and the way he looked at her could soften even the hardest of hearts.
When he came close, Silvia caught the subtle scent he always wore—it drifted into her senses, settling her nerves almost immediately. With him beside her, it felt like everything really would be alright.
“Okay,” she murmured, nodding and letting herself enjoy his help.
Back home, Kent noticed Silvia poring over some medical files on her laptop. His brow furrowed—he immediately assumed she wasn’t feeling well. Hurrying over, he stopped in front of her, concern clear in his voice. “Silvia, are you feeling alright? Is something wrong?”
Silvia shook her head with a soft laugh, pausing as she turned the laptop so Kent could see the screen.
“Look, these medical records—they belong to my grandmother Wilhelmina and another patient. But the files are identical. Isn’t that strange?”
She waited as Kent compared the documents, then continued, “I think someone deliberately copied one record to match the other. That would mean one of them is fake, and I suspect it’s my grandmother’s.”
“Your grandmother?” Kent asked, frowning, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

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