Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 96

In the emergency room.

Other than a bit of a scare, Bridget was fine.

Wrapped in Rupert's jacket, Freya stood at the foot of the bed, tears streaming down her face. She looked even more pitiful than Bridget, who had actually been in the water. Propped up by pillows, Bridget didn't wait for Freya to explain before she quietly started to cry.

"Rupert, it's my fault. I misunderstood Freya's intentions towards you, which is why I took your jacket. I... I accidentally hit her.

I just didn't expect her to suddenly go nuts and push me into the pond. Thankfully, you arrived just in time; otherwise, I can't even begin to imagine what might have happened." Unlike Freya, who seemed to wear her vulnerability on her sleeve, Bridget wiped away her tears with elegance, embodying the grace of a wealthy heiress to the fullest.

Both were crying, but it was clear who did it more beautifully. A man like Rupert would never settle for someone who only played the victim.

Bridget glanced at Freya with a hint of superiority, as if saying, "Your time to beg for mercy will come!"

However, to Bridget's surprise, Freya didn't beg for mercy. Instead, she dramatically fell to her knees at Rupert's feet.

"I swear it wasn't on purpose! I'm just an ordinary girl. How could I possibly offend your fiancée? It was just... Ms. Simpson hit me so hard. I just wanted to explain that there was nothing going on between us, but somehow, she ended up in the pond. Mr. Garcia, if you don't believe me, just look at my face."

in reality, she was playing the victim. Kneeling, she looked up at Rupert, adopting the most pitiable posture imaginable. It was a scene designed to fulfill every man's fantasy of being the protector, especially with her face now swollen and bruised, making her ordinarily pleasant features

she spoke, she cried, and as she cried, she wiped away

angry she wished she could

have been as pretty as Bridget, but she was hoping Rupert would spare her an extra glance and remember her. Just as she

Let me know when you've sorted it

Rupert turned and left

straight and called out softly,

She immediately turned

you can turn against your master? You've had your share of

was slapped so

head

in silence. Her once pleasant face was now swollen and asymmetrical, making her look somewhat grotesque. She clenched her fists inside the oversized sleeves, yet still

Simpson, I was actually trying

you were helping me?" Bridget leaned against the pillows, her face devoid of

hung her

your way to get

me to deal

got out, Eloise would never keep me around. So, I had no choice but to change my