Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 98

At the Garcia Manor.

The moment Sylvia returned, she crashed into a sleep so deep it felt like the world had faded away. Hunger, however, proved to be a harsh alarm clock. With mobility limited, she called out towards the door. "Mom?"

"Edwin?"

But no one responded. Thinking her voice might've been too soft for Naomi and Edwin to hear, she reached for her phone, only to notice a note left on the bedside table.

[I'm out with Edwin for a dinner party. Left you some snacks, eat if you're hungry.]

On the plate were three little snacks.

Naomi really underestimated her appetite. The snacks barely touched the sides, and her stomach continued to protest loudly.

Left with no choice, she picked up the house phone and dialed the kitchen.

"Hello, is there anything else to eat?"

"The chef's off duty," the maid's voice floated back, punctuated by a yawn, hinting it was time for bed.

"Okay."

up, Sylvia couldn't help but

never took her seriously, so why would they bother

herself up and headed to the kitchen. A sharp pain in her foot from just a few steps sent her tumbling to the ground. Her arms instinctively braced her fall, hitting a scratch which was carved by tree branches.

pressed on. Hunger had given her a mission. Blowing on the wound on her

gardens and walkways. Even under the cloak of night, lit by the soft

enough to take only an egg from the vast array of

about to crack the egg, the lights flickered and died, plunging the kitchen into darkness.

from the

about what you've done.

been with me since birth,

mother. Why then would

times do I

into marriage by getting pregnant - do you really think I'd believe you? Rufus is in a coma at the hospital, and you'll stay

loud slam as the door locked, sealing the room in

like a blunt knife twisting in Sylvia's heart, Outside,

the silence.

want my mommy!