Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

As soon as Silver heard the state of the apartment complex, she couldn't help but vent, "Gosh, this block is a dumpster fire! Trash everywhere, it stinks to high heaven. Doesn't anyone care about cleanliness here? And look at these walls, all grimy, and the railings covered

in dust. Probably never seen a cloth in their lives..."

Roseanne glanced at her watch, realizing they were running late. Seeing that there wasn't much of an issue, she had no interest in sticking around for more complaints. So, she just walked off.

Silver watched the girl's retreating figure, her lips curving into a smirk.

That sensation of being ignored just intensified.

She looked up, noting several more flights of stairs, all equally daunting...

Taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth, Silver resigned herself to the climb, her high heels clicking against the steps. As she ascended, she continued to grumble, "Leaving a perfectly good condo to rent this rundown hole... Absolutely maddening..." Finally reaching the seventh floor, Silver fumbled for the spare key and let herself in.

Owen was out, probably at the lab by this time.

She did a quick tour. The living room was spotless, and it was clear only one person lived here.

She even checked the floor, not a single long hair in sight.

Silver puzzled over this: Maybe she was overthinking things?

the kitchen to retrieve the lunchbox she had brought

kitchen counter, there

Just one.

The other was missing.

given to

Something was up!

Silver took the hint and headed

I knew it!" she exclaimed upon

raised an eyebrow:

What red-handed? It's not

know it's not a crime,

comments: "What's Owen's character like? Like you said, he wouldn't spare a second glance even if there were girls around. And he's

now

He's always been a loner, definitely not for

into conviction as she analyzed

on your son? You really need

advice would fall on deaf ears. And Gorman? Always the heartbreaker, constantly surrounded by scandal. No need for me

younger, always buried in his lab work. A mother has to be concerned. My son is exceptional. He doesn't need a superstar wife, just someone we know well enough to