Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 315

Chapter 315

"Hello?"

"Ms. Lloyd, this is the police. I'm in your hospital room. Where are you?"

The voice on the other end was deep, with a hint of impatience.

Sylvia glanced at the clock. It was late, and she couldn't blame the officer for being annoyed—he'd come out on a call and couldn't even find her.

"Sorry, I'll be right there."

"Hurry up."

She hung up, and in that moment shoved her coat into Rupert's arms.

"Uncle Rupert, I have to go."

She didn't dare meet his eyes. She just turned and bolted.

Rupert watched her disappear. His phone buzzed in his pocket; after a glance at the screen, his expression turned even colder.

He left the stairwell, too.

...

Hospital room.

door, expecting to find just

not only was the officer there, there was Fanny, propped up in a wheelchair, arms and legs bundled in casts and

but her cheeks were flush and her eyes glittered with a smug

Sylvia froze.

her swung open again. Tristan

forward and dropped to her knees in front of

God, what happened? How did

pleased with herself, began to sob the instant Rupert and Tristan entered. "It-it was Sylvia,"

her cheeks. She stared at

do something like this to Fanny? Do you even know

and

humility. "Tristan, Fanny's my best friend. Please, you've got to get justice for her

face her father?"

hung in the air, Tristan's face grew hard as stone, anger coloring his features a frosty

are you still

closing in,

chest ached. In this big hospital room, there wasn't even space for her to

stood off to the side, faces blank, as if none of this concerned

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