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.

you weren't guilty of something, why

someone took your belongings? Besides, how could my cheap $10 scarf compare to

scarf in the shop window, she worried Tristan might recognize it. So she popped into a nearby boutique,

now wasn't the time for Sylvia to feel relieved those marks on her neck were still there. Hidden

calm

to support Fiona, angrily chastising Sylvia, "My mom isn't well! Is this how

took a deep breath, retorting, "Warren, wasn't it Mrs. Fiona

"You..."

his eyes darkening with

from the head of the table Rupert set down his cup, lifting his eyes slightly,

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

loud,

at him, his

visibly slumping, instinctively

hoped Tristan would cut

he was

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