Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 285

At that moment, Fiona had already scoured every inch of the scarf's front, but the gold-threaded 'S' she was looking for was nowhere to be found.

"This can't be! It must be on the other side!"

Inside and out, it was just a small piece of fabric, but Fiona turned it over three times and still came up empty-handed.

Tristan was starting to lose his patience. "Have you found it yet?"

Fiona was almost frantic, repeating, "I know I can find it! I just know it!"

"Hey sis, is this what you're looking for?" Rupert asked casually, pulling out a scarf from under his coat, the 'S' prominently embroidered on it.

"How is this possible? It shouldn't be!" Fiona stared at Rupert in disbelief.

Rupert draped the scarf over the chair's armrest, saying nonchalantly, "Everyone knows how much this scarf means to me. Why would I just hand it over to anyone?"

Sylvia couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her, but when she glanced up, there was nothing there.

Fiona, caught off guard, turned her glare towards Sylvia.

weren't guilty of something, why were you so jumpy just

Fiona, wouldn't you be concerned if someone took your belongings? Besides, how could my cheap $10

When she saw the scarf in the shop window, she worried Tristan might recognize it. So she popped into a nearby boutique, bought a similarly colored scarf, and

wasn't the time for Sylvia to feel relieved those marks on her neck were still there. Hidden by her hair for now, but any sudden

Fiona, usually as calm as

Warren abandoned his kneeling plea and rushed to support Fiona, angrily chastising Sylvia, "My mom isn't well!

breath, retorting, "Warren, wasn't it Mrs. Fiona who

"You..."

furrowed, his

sound came from the head of the table Rupert set down his cup, lifting

You've been here for ages without acknowledging me or Grandpa. Were you just planning to

loud, carried an

at him,

visibly slumping, instinctively

Tristan

he

vei