Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 95

"What's going on? Your eyes just got better, and now your feet and hands are injured?"

Sylvia eyed him suspiciously. "How did you know my eyes were healed?"

The doctor paused, his head bowed, seemingly focused on examining her ankle.

She felt a lump in her throat and slowly let out, "Rupert told you?"

He didn't respond, which was as good as a confirmation.

Sylvia couldn't help but grip the sheets tighter, letting him tend to her injuries. She felt like a bird with clipped wings, seemingly unable to escape Rupert's control no matter how hard she tried. He did whatever he pleased, then cast her aside.

A sudden pain in her ankle brought back haunting memories. The physical and emotional pain, the helplessness of losing her daughter; it was always pain...

And now, it was no different.

Why did it have to hurt so much, even without love?

Why was it so hard to break free from this man who toyed with her!

The doctor glanced at her, offering comfort, "If it hurts, you don't have to bear it in silence. It's okay to scream."

on her

wasn't entitled to pry. He was still haunted by the memory of the day she inquired about organ donation

slightly, stopping him. "Wait. Could you do

"Don't worry, I've thoroughly checked you before. There's

you haven't done,"

back to

detected in

a blood

spoke, she lay

The doctor nodded.

came with the equipment, took her blood, and told

nodded silently. After

she

something But she couldn't

was slipping away el

hour later, the

The nurse pointed to the indicators, speaking

hard at the report, understanding the significance

be pregnant! Not now, not

Her Stella... was gone.

Truly gone.