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.

open the door, expecting to find just

not only was the officer there, there was Fanny, propped up in

looked like she'd been through a meat grinder, but her cheeks were flush and her eyes glittered with a smug kind

Sylvia froze.

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

spotting Fanny in the wheelchair, rushed forward and dropped to

Oh my God, what happened? How did

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

in twin streams down her cheeks. She stared

but how could you do something like this to Fanny? Do you even know who

stood up and moved to

humility. "Tristan, Fanny's my best friend. Please, you've got to get justice for her if you don't... how am I supposed

face her father?"

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

are you still

felt like it was closing in,

hospital room, there wasn't even space

off to the side, faces blank, as if none of

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