Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 97

Freya bit her lip, her hands trembling as she shrugged off Rupert's jacket, then struggled to her feet.

Bridget glanced over and snorted with disdain, "Your figure? No one's interested. Just get lost."

Pale-faced and clutching her chest, Freya walked out of the emergency room, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze upon her. But she didn't run. Instead, she sobbed and huddled as if she might collapse. A kind nurse came to her aid. "What's wrong, honey?"

"I...I fell into the water. How can I go anywhere looking like this?" Freya curled up even more.

The nurse quickly wrapped an arm around her. "Let me get you a jacket. Don't cry, sweetheart."

"Thank you, thank you so much..." Freya cried her heart out.

Seeing her so pitiful, the nurse felt a pang of sympathy.

Freya always knew her misery was her greatest asset, and she knew exactly how to use it.

Minutes later, Freya walked out of the ER building calmly, wearing someone else's jacket. She turned to look at the door, touching her aching face.

She thought, "Sylvia, Bridget, what's so great about you? Just wait, I'll surpass you both!"

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room only to find the bed made neatly, with

the bathroom, noticed

"Can I help you?"

"Where's the patient?"

medical report on the bedside table for whoever came looking."

and her arm was all scratched up by branches. The doctor wanted her to stay for observation, but she insisted on leaving." Hearing this, Rupert's

"You let her go?"

His tone was accusatory.

"I couldn't stop her. She signed a

brows knitted

the lab report on

to the window to light a cigarette. Smoke billowed as

report. "It was her request. She even knew when she could take a pregnancy test; looks like she was well prepared. Wonder whose

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his eyes on the

temperature in the

sharply, "You... it's yours? That's pretty low, man!

his tongue. "At

interjected, cigarette

even more surprised. "You've