Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 58

Rupert strolled over to the window, flung it open, and flicked a cigarette towards his buddy, lighting it up with one hand.

His friend pocketed the cigarette but didn't light it up. Gazing through the swirling smoke at Rupert, he quizzed, puzzled, "Who is this woman, anyway? Got you personally escorting her? Bridget was hurt, and you didn't stay with her for even one night. I saw you leaving another hospital room early that morning; don't tell me it was hers?"

"Yeah," Rupert's response was curt and to the point.

His friend nearly stumbled in shock. He rushed to face Rupert and got a clear view of the marks at his collar.

At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, but as looking closely, he was absolutely floored.

Rupert? With a hickey? Impossible!

Rupert had been with Bridget for three years, and they hardly ever appeared hand in hand, let alone something as intimate as a hickey.

He and Rupert had been classmates since high school, with him veering into medicine after finding finance too daunting, only to discover medicine was even more terrifying.

Now serving as both a hospital doctor and Rupert's personal physician, he was intimately aware of Rupert's health.

His astonishment stemmed from the surprisingly pristine nature of Rupert's annual physical reports, especially in certain sensitive areas. He once suspected Rupert had some issues in there and even offered medication. Rupert claimed he was a germophobe. And now here he was, sporting a hickey like it was nothing. Who would believe he was a germophobe?

"That looks pretty

"It's not her."

silhouette framed against

about me, let's talk about her condition," Rupert steered the conversation away from his

minor, but it's her mental state that matters the most. She looks really tense; has something happened

pressure her," the doctor said earnestly,

silent

why did she ask about organ donation for children? She's so young; she can't have kids,

gaze turned icy, a

doctor spread his hands, "I won't

his cigarette, turned

that moment, Sylvia was standing by the corridor window, waiting for her

into a fight with an inmate and was killed. No one's going to bother

flinched at his words, her fingers curling slightly. After a few seconds, she looked up at Rupert, "Is Julian really

sneer playing on his lips, "You shouldn't have

Sylvia, making her trapped

deserved it. Uncle, the

pleased with her response, his eyes

"No. 1205, Sylvia, please proceed