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."

with little emotion,

Simpson..." Orson gestured towards Bridget's hospital room but quickly fell silent under Rupert's icy stare, pressing the

they got

hurriedly tucked away the

it to me," Rupert ordered, taking Sylvia's scarf

the cashmere scarf and placed it in a

gaze,

scarf, rough to the touch,

...

Naomi, tears

clear of crowded places, finding refuge in a small,

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

Sylvia. I feel so useless," Naomi choked out,

fault. If anything, I'm the one dragging you down. Without me, maybe things wouldn't be so hard for you with

strained smile, Naomi pulled Sylvia

been a burden to me! Never

her

as Sylvia was about to cry, Naomi

I almost forgot

a little. "What is

Naomi dabbed at her

eyes

with a

an eye on Fanny's gatherings, right? I heard she's hosting a party at a

there." .nts

days, and Bridget