Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 9

The hall was vast, yet Rupert's presence seemed to freeze the air around him, making it hard for anyone to breathe.

He remained silent. But everyone knew he was furious.

He took out a cigarette pack, lit one up, and exhaled a cloud of smoke that veiled his face. Through the hazy mist, his gaze on Sylvia was unreadable.

"Get lost."

Tristan then waved his hand in displeasure.

Naomi helped Sylvia to her feet. Sylvia pulled her hand away, standing tall and firm in the center of the hall, her voice strong and clear, "Since I'm such an inconvenience here, I'll move out at once. Grandpa, thank you for your care over the years." She was determined to leave with her dignity intact, unlike in her past life, where she was always cautious and fearful.

With that, Sylvia turned and left.

The looks that followed her were dangerous and sharp.

...

Stepping out of the hall, Sylvia felt the wave of nausea and dizziness hit her, side effects of the amount of the pills she'd been taking.

Sylvia awoke, Naomi was

Naomi slapped her,

scare me to death? You can't just mess

never escape the Garcia family if I don't

to mingle with the wealthy

"Like you?"

kind of comfortable

tongue. Then, the door opened, and Edwin came in with a

awake. Have some soup, it'll

be behind this. He never liked their side of the family, disdaining his second son for his simplicity and for marrying a woman with a daughter. Sylvia apologized, "I'm sorry for causing trouble.

nonsense!" Naomi

shoulder gently, "The doctor said Sylvia needs to take her medication. Go get

stood up instantly and

bed, Edwin sighed, "Do you really have

for you and Mom. I'm grown up;

capable." Edwin took out a card and slipped it under Sylvia's pillow, "Don't refuse it. You'll need money out there. The pin is your birthday. Be careful. If anything happens, call me or your

acted so strange today, totally out

mean?"

out, carrying you away. If Dad hadn't ordered someone to bring you back, you'd still be at his place." "What?" Sylvia clutched the blanket