Chapter 57

On her way back to the dorm, Sylvia was intercepted.

Orson looked at her with a polite expression, "Mr. Garcia is waiting for you in the car. We need to get your hand checked again."

Sylvia scoffed, "My hand being injured is convenient, isn't it? No need for him to go through all this trouble to pull me out of the competition." Orson, puzzled, whispered, "Mr. Garcia..."

"He would do well to spend more time with his girlfriend, save their affection from getting affected. I've got other things to handle."

Sylvia walked past Orson, but he quickly stepped in front of her again.

"Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Garcia is waiting for you."

His words were few but carried a reminder. She realized if she refused to go, Orson would keep reminding her.

Sylvia took a deep breath, "Let's go then."

Orson nodded and gestured for her to follow.

Sylvia got into the car, unaware of the excited figure approaching from a distance but stopped dead in the tracks upon seeing Sylvia.

Bridget.

drive away, biting her lip, her

...

In the hospital.

word and Rupert focusing on the documents in his hands, acting as if he wasn't the one who had handed her

seemed, the incident wasn't even

the window, and as she was about to get out, a deep voice sounded from

"Does it still hurt?"

response

a glance at Rupert. Rupert's gaze shifted to Orson, "Find out what

surprised, yet nodded,

after, Sylvia followed

seeing who they were,

long time no see. What seems to

Sylvia. But he noticed Sylvia backing away, pale at the

touched his face,

instinctively responded, "Don't touch me," as Rupert reached out

to ease the tension, "Miss, please sit.

snapping back to reality, sat while

friend of Rupert's

intense gaze. Trying to joke, he said awkwardly, "What's wrong? Can I be

her daughter's ghostly dead body persistently lingering on her

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