Silvia barely reacted, her expression calm as she met his gaze. For a fleeting second, she caught the concern flickering in his eyes.
She pressed her lips together, then let out a dry, almost amused laugh. “I get it. You’ve found out what’s happened to her in Sylvaris, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.” Kent nodded, watching her closely. He hesitated for a moment, then reached into his bag and pulled out a stack of photos, setting them gently in Silvia’s hand.
“Take a look. These are the latest.”
Silvia took the photos, flipping through them. Kent’s investigator had taken them from different angles compared to Johnny’s previous shots, revealing even starker glimpses of Jewel’s decline. In these images, Jewel looked far more lost and broken than before.
Silvia couldn’t help but curl her lip into a mocking smile. “They took my family’s money and ran off, thinking they’d live it up. Maybe they partied a little too hard, and now look at them.”
Kent pursed his lips, then asked quietly, “What are you thinking?”
He honestly didn’t care much about Jewel; all he wanted to know was what Silvia felt.
“Me?” Silvia lifted her eyes to Kent, shaking her head. There was a trace of confusion in her gaze. “I don’t know.”
She was supposed to hate Jewel. But seeing her now—defeated, sprawled in the dirt—Silvia couldn’t help but feel a strange, uncomfortable ache somewhere inside.
“It’s all right.” Kent drew her gently into his arms, brushing a soft kiss across her forehead. He whispered, “No matter what happens to them, you’re all that matters to me. And to be blunt, Silvia, Jewel brought this on herself.”
“I know.” Silvia nodded, pushing the matter aside for now.
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