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."

took the scarf with little emotion, "Let's

Orson gestured towards Bridget's hospital room but quickly fell silent under

got

hurriedly tucked away the cheap scarf from the

Rupert ordered, taking Sylvia's scarf and handing Orson his own expensive

the cashmere scarf and placed it in a

lowered his gaze, hiding

material of Sylvia's scarf, rough to the touch, but it seemed to hold

...

Naomi, tears streaming

of crowded places, finding refuge in a

think I've done something terrible,"

Sylvia. I feel so useless," Naomi

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

friend's strained smile, Naomi pulled Sylvia into a

You've never been a burden to me!

alright," Sylvia replied, her own eyes

as Sylvia was about to

I almost forgot about

sniffed, stepping back a little. "What is

Naomi dabbed at her

eyes

with a

me to keep an eye on Fanny's gatherings, right?

there." .nts

days, and Bridget is