Chapter 122. The Night of Confrontation

Silvia POV

“What? No, Silvia, please don’t crash it!” Mielle’s plea was high-pitched, her eyes brimming with unmistakable fear.

She clutched my arm, her knuckles pale with the pressure.

“I’m begging you, no drama. No one can find out about... any of this.” Her rushed words made me freeze.

Every instinct in me was screaming to march in there, but the sheer terror on her face stopped me cold.

She was right.

I couldn’t just barge in like an avenger, not if it meant causing Mielle more pain.

Her privacy came first.

Still...

I turned to survey the quiet residential street, the imposing mansion looming before us, its festive lights casting an almost surreal glow on the manicured lawns.

My gaze swept over the parked luxury cars, landing on a particular black SUV across the street. The tinted windows made it impossible to see inside, but the distinct silhouette of a man leaning back in the driver’s seat was unmistakable.