Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 41

When Sylvia woke up again, she found herself in a hospital bed, her eyes moving but her mind still foggy. She could hear a conversation happening right beside her.

"How is she doing?"

The voice was low and familiar, yet carried an undertone of danger.

"Mr. Garcia, she's going to be just fine, I stake my career on it. Her hand will heal as if nothing ever happened."

Hand?

That word jolted Sylvia into a more alert state, her half-closed eyes focusing on the name tag pinned on the white coat by her bedside. Chief of Neurology, Clive. So familiar the name, she remembered it.

In her past life, Bridget had cut her hand while cooking, and Rupert, worried sick, had the best neurologist in town, Dr. Clive, rushed over to take care of Bridget's wound.

That very day, Sylvia had gotten a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to redesign a set of vintage jewelry but ended up having her hand nerves severed by a mugger in a freak accident.

only to find out he was

be dismissed with, "Sylvia, can you stop overreacting every time Bridget sneezes? Don't

Rupert hung up, and Sylvia

memories from her past life. And standing by him was the very

"Ah!"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Stay away! Stay away!"

hand! My hand is

instant; she couldn't differentiate

her being. She clutched the blanket tightly, her body convulsing

called for the attending doctor, and nurses tried to restrain Sylvia, who fought them off as if her body was out of her control, rebelling

Sylvia drifted into a

pale face, demanded coldly,

to have been severely

voice trailed off, silence filled

made everyone unable to even