Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 57

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 eyes

...

In the hospital.

silent with Sylvia not uttering a word and Rupert focusing on the documents in his hands, acting as if he wasn't the one who had handed her designs

seemed, the incident wasn't even worth

turned her gaze to the window, and as she was about to get out, a deep

"Does it still hurt?"

Sylvia's response

glance at Rupert. Rupert's gaze shifted to Orson,

yet nodded, "Got

followed Rupert

immediately turned, and as seeing who they were, he walked up with a

long time no see. What seems to

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

doctor, noticing Sylvia's reaction, joked as he touched his face, "Seems like my looks are quite

touch me," as Rupert reached

subtle vibe between the two, the doctor tried to ease the tension, "Miss, please sit. Let's

to reality, sat while

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

he felt a chill under her intense gaze. Trying to joke, he said awkwardly, "What's wrong? Can I be

his smile, her daughter's ghostly dead body persistently lingering on

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