Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 298

A moment later, outside the hospital room.

Tristan and Rupert walked side by side, father and son, radiating an air of

authority.

Tristan, with his hands behind his back, spoke calmly, "Were you with Bridget last night?"

"Yeah," Rupert responded with a nod.

Tristan gave a thoughtful nod, "You're not getting any younger. It's about time you settled down and focused on your career. If Bridget manages to sort out the situation at the mine, you might not need to worry so much about the Simpson family."

"Yeah," Rupert agreed.

"Alright, no need to see me off. Go spend some time with Bridget, don't let your mind wander," Tristan advised, his words carrying deeper meaning that Rupert understood.

As the elevator doors closed, Orson emerged from a nearby door.

"Mr. Rupert, the butler did check the surveillance on the road yesterday."

"Warren," Rupert replied, moving to the window and lighting a cigarette. The smoke wrapped around him, shrouding his intense, dangerous aura that made even Orson, who had been by his side for years, feel uneasy.

It was as if something ominous was spreading around him.

Orson swallowed hard, hesitating before finally handing over what was behind his back.

A scarf.

"Mr. Rupert, Ms. Lloyd gave me this, saying if it wasn't returned to her next time... to burn it."

scarf with little emotion, "Let's

hospital room but quickly fell silent under Rupert's icy

got into

tucked away the cheap scarf from the

taking Sylvia's scarf and handing

the cashmere scarf and placed

gaze, hiding

Sylvia's scarf, rough to the touch, but it seemed to hold some lingering

...

hand in hand with Naomi, tears streaming down

of crowded places, finding refuge in a small, deserted

crying, people might think I've done something terrible," Sylvia

feel so useless,"

maybe things wouldn't be so

smile, Naomi pulled Sylvia into a tight,

say that! You've never been a

alright," Sylvia replied, her own eyes welling

was about to cry,

almost forgot about something

back a little. "What

Naomi dabbed at her

eyes

with a

herself. "You asked me to keep an eye on Fanny's gatherings, right? I heard she's hosting

there." .nts

and Bridget is sure to