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."

remained stoically silent, biting down on her pain, sweat

finished, he looked surprised at Sylvia's resilient yet shattered eyes. He always wanted to ask what had 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 a child. "You're all set. Try to get some rest," he said, offering a word of caution

him. "Wait. Could you do one more test

his competence, quickly explained, "Don't worry, I've

haven't

back to

detected in just a few

a blood test

spoke, she lay

The doctor nodded.

with the equipment, took her blood, and told her the results would be available

silently. After

she

as though something But she

was slipping away el

an hour later, the

you're not pregnant." The nurse pointed to the indicators, speaking with

hard

be pregnant! Not now,

Her Stella... was gone.

Truly gone.