Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Back to College.

Sylvia pushed open her dorm room door, finding it empty as usual. Her roommates said they were out for job interviews.

She opened her locker, her gaze lingering on its contents before squinting slightly. Just as she was about to grab something, a voice echoed behind her. "Sylvia."

Sylvia dropped her hand and turned around, only to have Freya rush up to her, slapping her own face repeatedly.

"Sylvia, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault. I was scared of being broke, and when Vincent said it was just using your account to post a few things, I believed him. You know how my mom always complains about college being a waste of money. That's why I fell for it. Please, have some pity."

Freya continued slapping herself while guilt-tripping Sylvia. Sylvia didn't respond, pretending to be stunned, watching as Freya slapped herself a few times. Fuming, Freya dared not stop; until her face turned red, Sylvia finally intervened.

"Stop it, it's too late for apologies now." Sylvia lowered her gaze to her injured hand.

Freya's eyes brightened, "Sylvia, what happened? Can't you compete because of your hand?"

Sylvia gave her a glance and sighed dramatically, "The doctor said my hand might never regain its full flexibility. Competing seems unlikely now."

Saying so, she let her hand fall weakly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Freya's hidden smirk.

The next second, Freya's expression shifted to concern, "Sylvia, don't overthink it."

"Okay." Sylvia forced a smile, and then said, "I'm a bit tired, going to rest now."

Freya nodded and left.

Watching her leave, Sylvia leaned back with a slight smile. Freya would surely spill the beans to Bridget. Just as Sylvia wanted.

A little misinformation could be the deadliest blow

...

The Weekend.

returned to the Garcia

two figures descended

and her son, Warren Garcia, the eldest grandson of the Garcia

that the ring was a love token from Patrick Garcia, the

so formal, it'd

"It's necessary."

"Has your hand

picture of correctitude. He

her past life, Warren had once asked her gravely, "Sylvia,

with Rupert, Sylvia only heard some dreadful

"Warren, I'm alright."

the weight of her

warmly, "Glad to hear

lowering her gaze. However, the atmosphere

Fiona nodded slightly, "Rupert."

Warren respectfully said, "Uncle."

cold gaze landed

near him couldn't contain her excitement. She swept a smug glance at Sylvia's injured hand before greeting everyone with her hands clung to Rupert's arm intimately.

with polite

took Sylvia's hand, stepping aside,

his expression unreadable as he

said purposefully, "Sylvia

cold gaze

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