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.

guilty of something,

my cheap $10 scarf compare to Uncle Rupert's? Anyone

been on edge. When she saw the scarf in the shop window, she worried Tristan might recognize it. So she popped into a nearby boutique,

caution had saved her this time. But now 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 movement could reveal them.

attention, Fiona, usually as calm as a morning breeze, was fuming

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

breath, retorting, "Warren, wasn't

"You..."

furrowed, his eyes darkening with

clinking sound came from the head of the table Rupert set down his cup, lifting his eyes slightly, his gaze cold and imposing, demanding respect

you do know how to respect your elders. You've been here for ages without acknowledging me or Grandpa. Were you

although not loud, carried an undeniable

looked at

visibly slumping, instinctively

Tristan would cut him some

that he was the

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