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.

pushed open the door, expecting to find just a waiting

was the officer there, there was Fanny, propped up in a wheelchair, arms and legs bundled in

her cheeks

Sylvia froze.

she could ask what happened, the door behind her swung open again. Tristan

the wheelchair, rushed forward and dropped to

God, what happened? How did this

herself, began to sob the instant

down her cheeks. She stared at Sylvia

something like this to Fanny? Do

up and

dropping her proud head in a rare show of humility. "Tristan, Fanny's my best friend. Please,

face her father?"

the air, Tristan's face grew hard as stone, anger

are you

closing in, the

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

and Rupert stood off to the side, faces blank, as if none of

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