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 pain, sweat beading

happened, but as a doctor, he wasn't entitled to pry. He was still haunted by the memory of the day she inquired about organ donation for

him. "Wait. Could you

doctor, thinking she doubted his competence, quickly explained, "Don't

haven't

back

can be detected in just

for a blood

Sylvia spoke, she lay back

The doctor nodded.

a nurse came with the equipment, took her blood, and told her the

nodded silently.

down, she

something But

was slipping away el

hour later,

Lloyd, you're not pregnant." The nurse

emotionlessly. After the nurse left, she stared hard

pregnant! Not now,

Her Stella... was gone.

Truly gone.