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."

imaginable. It was a scene designed to fulfill every man's fantasy

she cried, she wiped away her

angry she wished she could march over and confront

would spare her an extra glance and remember her. Just as

carry on. Let me know

words, Rupert turned and left without looking

and called out

immediately turned and slapped Freya across the

had your share of benefits over the years,

was slapped

head away,

look somewhat grotesque. She clenched her fists inside the oversized sleeves, yet still managed a

I was actually trying

And you dare say you were helping me?" Bridget leaned against the pillows, her face devoid of its usual

her head and

your way to

deal with

If the story of me pushing you into the water got out, Eloise would never keep me around. So, I had no choice but to change