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.

hospital for the best neurologist, only to find out he was with Rupert, attending to Bridget's minor

help, only to be dismissed with, "Sylvia, can you stop overreacting every time Bridget sneezes? Don't you get tired

Rupert hung up, and Sylvia lost all hope and

doctor before her merged with the memories from her past life. And standing by him was

"Ah!"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Stay away! Stay away!"

hand! My hand

collapsed in an instant; she couldn't differentiate between her past and present

filled every cell of her being. She

who fought them off as if her body was out of her control, rebelling against anyone's

into a

looking at Sylvia's pale face, demanded coldly,

seems to have been severely triggered, unable to come to terms with

off, silence

unable to even breathe too loudly around