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. "Doctor!

friend. After a thorough examination, his expression

go from there," he comforted before leaving, casting a fleeting glance

stood up quietly and left the room. Beside him, Bridget couldn't hide a small, almost

Let's see how Sylvia competes with

Outside the ward.

friend to speak, his usually composed demeanor cracking. "How can we

Rupert 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

mean a swift and brutal

blindness is temporary. Once her emotional state stabilizes, her vision should return This is the

into thought. He remembered Sylvia's question

really all because of

narrowed,

that Rupert was unwilling to discuss further, his friend changed

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 was

stepped forward.

Rupert