Shipley’s eyes landed on Kent, their gaze cool and distant.
Sweet Silvia knew perfectly well how much he disliked Kent; it was exactly why she occasionally walked with Kent—to get under his skin.
Silvia’s tone turned even colder. “That’s my business. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be on our way.”
A trace of irritation flickered across Shipley’s eyes.
Meanwhile, Kent’s lazy smile never wavered, his lips curled with nonchalance.
Just then, Vianne strode over, stepping between Shipley and Silvia in a peacemaker’s stance.
“Silvia, Shipley only wants what’s best for you. Don’t say such hurtful things. It’s not worth spoiling the peace between you two.”
Silvia shot her a sidelong glance, disdain glinting in her eyes.
Peace? They’d already broken up—what peace was there left to keep?
Her voice grew icier. “My life has nothing to do with you either.”
Vianne’s face flushed and paled by turns.
Shipley’s irritation darkened; he pulled Vianne aside, fixing Silvia with a grave look. “I’m giving you three days. Use them to think carefully about what you’re doing, and about everything I’ve taught you since you were a child.”
Silvia’s beautiful face was impassive. “I’m not a child anymore. Now that Mr. Barlow has someone new in his life, perhaps it’s time for him to stop meddling in mine.”
Shipley’s brow tightened, his expression stormy.
He cast one last cold glance at Silvia and Kent, then led Vianne into the hospital without another word.
Silvia watched them go, her face unreadable except for the chill in her eyes.

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