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.

the best neurologist, only to find out he was with Rupert,

called Rupert, pleading for help, only to be dismissed with, "Sylvia, can you stop overreacting every

Rupert hung up, and Sylvia lost all hope and

face of the doctor before her merged with the memories from her past life. And

"Ah!"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Stay away! Stay away!"

My hand

she couldn't differentiate between her past

being. She clutched

to restrain Sylvia, who fought them off as if her body was out of her control, rebelling against anyone's touch. To prevent further injury, they had Sylvia sedated after getting

Sylvia drifted into a calm

at Sylvia's pale face, demanded coldly, "What

to have been severely triggered,

his voice trailed off, silence filled the

gaze made everyone unable to even breathe too loudly