Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 521

But instead of getting angry, Silas let out a rare laugh. It was a faint sound, laced with the kind of mocking amusement one reserved for watching an absolute fool.

"Do you honestly think Arthur Vance is the one pursuing Willow?"

The sudden twist in his words hit Vivienne like a physical blow.

Her mind flatlined. "Isn't he?" she blurted out. "That's what everyone says."

Silas didn't answer. The smile on his lips merely deepened into something lethal.

A sickening dread crawled up Vivienne's throat. Something was terribly wrong.

Her mind began racing through every recent event. When Willow was kicked to the curb by Sinclair Group, Merit immediately threw her a lifeline. Then they arranged the best hospital care for her mother. And now, during this crisis, Silas Thorne orchestrated a massive corporate war overnight, perfectly willing to sever ties with Sinclair Group just to shield Willow...

All these isolated incidents, things Vivienne had casually dismissed, violently snapped together like puzzle pieces, revealing a truth so horrifying her blood ran ice cold.

Could it be... the person who had been obsessively guarding Willow, shielding her from every shadow... was never Arthur Vance? Was it...?

Vivienne stood paralyzed, her limbs locking up in sheer disbelief.

Impossible!

Who was Silas Thorne?

He was the absolute sovereign of Seattle's elite, the man standing at the very apex of the corporate pyramid, wielding earth-shattering power. He was the untouchable god that countless heiresses in high society fought tooth and nail just to stand near.

He was notoriously aloof, utterly devoid of worldly desires, practically untouched by human emotion.

She stood completely frozen, every ounce of strength violently siphoned from her body. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

If Arthur Vance was the one who wanted Willow, she still had a fighting chance. But if it was Silas Thorne... she didn't have a single prayer of winning.

A suffocating wave of despair and immense inferiority crashed over her. The light in Vivienne's eyes died, replaced by pure, unadulterated madness. "You actually like her? What could you possibly see in her?!"

Silas stared at her coldly, his eyes devoid of anything resembling humanity. "Do I need to report my reasons to you?"

He wasn't telling her this to explain himself. He was giving her a definitive, lethal warning.

He was telling her that from now on, Willow was entirely under his protection. If she had any brain cells left, she would stay as far away from Willow as humanly possible, or he would tear her apart.

But Vivienne's twisted mind outright rejected reality. She frantically clawed through her memories, searching for a weapon to strike back with.