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.

the silence.

was Rupert's friend. After a thorough examination, his expression grew more serious, though he didn't spell

he comforted before leaving, casting a fleeting glance at Rupert on the

and left the room. Beside him, Bridget

Let's see how

Outside the ward.

his friend to speak, his usually composed demeanor cracking.

so agitated. "You're 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, like a knife pressed

mean a

emotional state stabilizes, her vision should return This is the first time I've seen such a strong physical reaction

Rupert into thought. He remembered Sylvia's question at

really all

eyes narrowed,

his friend

silently lighting a cigarette. The sight of his reddened knuckles reminded him of the three men he had knocked unconscious. He took a

stepped forward.

Rupert said coldly. "Bring