Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 105

Sylvia spun around, her gaze crashing into Rupert's icy eyes.

"Don't even think about calling the cops."

His voice was a command, brooking no argument.

Under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lighting, his eyes -set in a face as striking as it was intimidating- locked onto hers with an intensity that was almost threatening.

Sylvia's fists clenched tightly, her shoulders shaking. Her face pale, tinged with a hint of blue, betrayed the effort it took to steady herself.

"Why?" she finally asked, her voice low and strained. "Is it just because they're part of the Simpson family? Do we deserve this? Why is it always me who ends up being sacrificed? Once, twice..."

Rupert remained silent, his gaze eerily calm.

Sylvia, on the brink of hysteria, lowered her gaze to their shoes. A pair of sneakers and a pair of handcrafted leather shoes, a clear sign their worlds should never have collided.

She let out a self-deprecating laugh, mocking her own futile attempts to challenge the inevitable.

"Fine. I won't call the cops. Just don't regret your decision today."

Snatching her phone back, she stormed into the hospital room, the door slamming shut behind her.

Rupert with a frown. "Mr. Garcia, shouldn't we explain to Ms. Lloyd

"No need."

but didn't answer, turning to Orson instead. "Continue with the task

Sylvia sat vigil, too exhausted

cup of hot cocoa was handed to her. Looking up, she

she barely whispered, her legs

wrong?" Warren quickly wrapped an arm around

making up an excuse. "Just pins and needles in

again." Warren handed her the cocoa with

her head, Sylvia took a sip of

Edwin okay? Uncle Rupert and Grandpa said they just had a

She looked at Warren in disbelief, her

for dinner tomorrow. My mom was going over the menu with Grandpa, and he mentioned it.

act indifferent, but

dinner with Bridget. To ensure that dinner went ahead as planned, Rupert had

welled up, falling silently one after another, her

"Sylvia, what's wrong?"

warmth enveloping her. The comfort was overwhelming, numbing her thoughts. Without realizing, she clung to him in

your mom are fine, right? Don't cry. I'm here

the room, Rupert

watching the scene