Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 293

Shipley’s half-joking words didn’t amuse Silvia in the slightest.

“Whatever,” she replied flatly. Even if he tried to explain, she wouldn't believe a word.

She’d finished paying her respects to her grandmother, and with Shipley still hovering nearby, Silvia saw no reason to linger. She turned to leave, but Shipley called out suddenly, “Sweet Silvia, I know I messed up before. I realize that now. Can’t you come back to me?”

She’d heard words like these from him too many times to count. They no longer stirred any emotion—if anything, the sound of them turned her stomach.

As Silvia started to walk away, she felt Shipley suddenly at her back; his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, trying to hold her in place.

Just then, the caretaker, who’d been watching from afar, noticed Silvia struggling and shot to his feet, hurrying over with a sturdy stick in hand. He fixed Shipley with a fierce glare. “Let her go!”

His voice was cold and threatening, as if he’d pummel Shipley right then and there if he didn’t obey.

With someone else present, Shipley had no choice but to release her, even if he wanted to protest. He let his arms fall, his gaze dropping, clearly at a loss for words. Silvia didn’t wait for him to recover—she stepped back, putting the caretaker squarely between herself and Shipley.

Her eyes, sharp with warning, might as well have been daggers. Shipley felt the sting acutely, pain blooming in his chest as he looked at her. He drew a shaky breath, then managed a bitter smile. “Sweet Silvia, just go home. I’m only here to visit Grandma.”

With that, Shipley turned away, focusing all his attention on arranging the flowers and offerings he’d brought to the grave.

Silvia watched him for a moment, but saw no reason to stay. With the caretaker here, she doubted Shipley would dare do anything disrespectful to Wilhelmina’s resting place.

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