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.

to find just

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

meat grinder, but her cheeks were flush and her eyes glittered with a smug

Sylvia froze.

ask what happened, the door behind her swung open again. Tristan entered, stiff-backed and stern, followed by Rupert

the wheelchair, rushed forward and dropped to her knees in front

my God, what happened?

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

cheeks. She stared at Sylvia like she was some kind of

how could you do something like this to Fanny? Do

stood up and

dropping her proud head in a rare show of humility. "Tristan, Fanny's my best friend. Please, you've got to get justice

face her father?"

air, Tristan's face grew hard as stone,

are you

was closing in, the

hospital room, there wasn't even space for her to get a

to the side, faces blank, as if none of this concerned them at

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