Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 85

Tears streamed down her face as she inched closer to Rupert, her gaze at the two men carrying a sharp warning. Know whose woman you're talking about before you speak!

The two men froze, their breath hitching as they instinctively thought of their companion still lying in bed.

Crossing Rupert was a fate worse than death - a lesson they weren't keen on learning firsthand.

They could only hang their heads in apology. "Sorry, Ms. Lloyd, we had a bit too much to drink and got carried away. We were wrong. Please, let us off this once!"

"No chance," Sylvia retorted coldly. "Letting you off would only embolden you. Someone else might suffer next time. You brought this upon yourselves, listening to whoever whispers in your ear. You've no one to blame but yourselves." Her scathing rebuke left Bridget seething, but she dared not voice her anger.

Refusing to accept their fate, the two men attempted to plead with Sylvia, disregarding the police's attempts to stop them.

"Ms. Lloyd..."

Before they could finish, Sylvia's reaction was explosive.

"Ahh! Get away! Don't come any closer!"

She grabbed the freshly poured hot water from the table, flinging it in panic. The target was Bridget, lounging on the couch.

feet, Bridget ducked behind Rupert, thinking that if Sylvia harmed him, neither the Garcia

as if to retrieve something, leaving Bridget fully exposed. A scalding wave

My face! My face! Sylvia,

behind Naomi, was trembling with fear. "Mom, someone's trying to grab me! I'm

can't handle stress. Had you not sided with these two in framing her, she wouldn't have snapped. Now, with her unable to see, your misfortune is your own fault!" "You...

painful to even touch, as

her face, simply hummed. "Let's get that looked at by a

swollen, her beauty marred by pain. Yet, she took solace in Rupert's protection, believing he

blind to their

indifferent. Even

it wouldn't matter.

wrong.

no

"Since we've

nodded and with Naomi's support, made her way to

it, just get some rest,

you should go back," Sylvia whispered,

hair tenderly, reassured her, "I

mother's care, Sylvia's