Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 272

Silvia replayed her own words in her mind and quickly realized why Gray had thanked her.

She narrowed her striking eyes, gaze calmly fixed on Gray’s face. Then, Silvia let out a low, sardonic laugh. “Thank me? If you really want to show your gratitude, why not just tell me what you know?”

A vague, empty thank you meant nothing compared to the truth she so desperately wanted.

“Miss Ashford, I…”

Gray was just about to say more when the door to the hospital room swung open behind them. Several doctors stepped out, their faces marked by regret.

Gray didn’t need to be told what that look meant. He froze for a moment, then hurried forward, eyes locked on the doctors. “You must have a way—there has to be something you can do!”

“I’m sorry. We did all we could,” one of them replied quietly.

Laird Jordan’s cancer had been terminal for a while now. His health had only declined further, each day weaker than the last. No matter how hard he fought, his body finally gave out.

“Dad—!” Gray’s shout filled the corridor as he rushed into the room, a wild look twisting his face. He dropped to his knees at the bedside, clutching Laird Jordan’s lifeless hand, his entire body shaking.

“Dad, you promised you’d wait for me…”

His voice was raw with pain. Silvia watched from the doorway in silence, then quietly turned and walked away.

Now wasn’t the time to question Gray about anything. Not while his world was falling apart.

She didn’t want to speak to him at all—she just wanted to walk away and pretend he wasn’t there.

But as she brushed past, Shipley suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Let go.”

Silvia’s patience was gone. She no longer felt fear around Shipley—just a deep, unyielding disgust. He had Vianne by his side, yet he still insisted on pestering her. It was pathetic.

“Sweet Silvia…” Shipley’s voice trembled as he said her name, as if it took every ounce of strength to get the words out. “Is there really no way for us to go back?”