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.

car drive away, biting

...

In the hospital.

in his hands, acting

the incident wasn't even worth

turned her gaze to the window, and as she was about

"Does it still hurt?"

response

stopped, and she got out without a glance at Rupert. Rupert's gaze shifted to Orson, "Find out what happened to

surprised, yet nodded,

after, Sylvia followed

seeing who they were, he walked up

What

her," Rupert gestured towards Sylvia. But he noticed Sylvia backing away, pale at the

as he touched his face, "Seems like my looks

touch me," as Rupert reached out to

doctor tried to

snapping back to reality, sat while staring at

face. The doctor who had announced her daughter's death, a friend of Rupert's and an

felt a chill under her intense gaze. Trying to joke,

ghostly dead body

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