Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 3

She's back! She actually came back!

Ignoring people's astonished expressions around her, Sylvia pinched herself hard. Pain swept through her body, instantly filling her eyes with tears.-

"Stop your crying! It's not like we have wronged you!" a commanding voice echoed from the head of the table.

Snapping back to reality, Sylvia looked up, meeting the old Mr. Garcia, Tristan Garcia's displeased gaze. She quickly lowered her head, seemingly humble as ever, yet her body couldn't stop trembling with excitement. Whispers and snickers filled the air around her.

"Such a young age, and instead of learning good, she dares to drug Rupert and sneak into his bed, causing a scandal. Clearly, she's trying to force Rupert to take responsibility for her, and now she can't even own up to it. I don't know who raised her." "She's obviously not one of us. We could never raise such a shameless person. Her online diary, obsessing over Rupert, was exposed, blushing at every word! We spent money to send her to college, and this is what she learns, acting like a siren."

"I always said, don't just bring anyone home. Clearly, she's a wolf in sheep's clothing, clinging to Rupert. I wonder if it's learned behavior or...inherited."

With that, their gazes slid toward Sylvia's mother, Naomi, standing at the end of the room.

Sylvia before quickly lowering her head, almost biting her inner lip raw, yet not daring to utter a word of

Manor through her mother's remarriage; her

by relation, she should call Rupert

she never did. Because she didn't have the

also accused by these people, apologizing fearfully, indirectly admitting to drugging Rupert and

but the whole town despised her, thinking she was a woman who would do anything

was determined to rewrite her

upright, less timid than

steady footsteps approached from behind. Except for Tristan, everyone else

and moved forward. The butler took his coat, nodding, "Mr. Rupert

at the head of the table

glance at Sylvia from beginning to end, as if she was

Sylvia was staring at him intently. Until he felt her gaze