Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 82

In the hospital.

Sylvia awoke to pitch darkness, her heart pounding with fear. She could sense someone moving around her.

"Who's there?"

"Who's there?"

Her voice was raspy as she grabbed whatever her hand could find and hurled it into the darkness.

Her frantic actions froze everyone in the room. A sob broke the silence, and a figure rushed towards her. "Sylvia, Sylvia, what's wrong? It's Mom!"

Naomi, tears streaming down her face, moved closer to Sylvia.

Sylvia's hand stopped mid-air, her breathing shaky. "Mom, where are you? Why can't I see you?"

Naomi's pupils dilated, her tears momentarily forgotten. "Sylvia! Don't scare me like that!"

Sylvia stared blankly at an empty space, her voice trembling. "Mom..."

The room fell silent.

broke the

who finally arrived was Rupert's friend. After a thorough examination, his

go from there," he comforted before leaving, casting a fleeting glance at Rupert on the

Beside him, Bridget couldn't hide a

how Sylvia competes with her

Outside the ward.

usually composed demeanor cracking. "How can we restore

worried now? I told you before - her mental state was fragile. How could this have happened?" "Restore her sight!" Rupert's voice was low but terrifying,

mean a swift and

friend sighed. "The blindness is temporary. Once her emotional state stabilizes, her vision should return This is the first time I've seen such a strong physical reaction to stress. Rupert, what exactly happened to

He remembered Sylvia's question at the

this really

narrowed, his

unwilling to discuss further, his

cigarette. The sight of his reddened knuckles reminded him of the three men he had knocked unconscious. He took a puff, his gaze shifting to Orson, who

forward.

Rupert