Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 316

Sylvia's cold gaze swept over the people in the room, finally settling on the middle-aged cop standing right in front of her.

"So, you're Fanny's uncle, aren't you?"

"I'm just doing my job, ma'am, following protocol," he replied, not directly answering her question, standing up even straighter as if that made him more righteous.

But the quick, nervous glance he shot at Fanny gave him away.

Sylvia let out a soft laugh. "Sorry, but I don't buy your so-called 'procedure.' I called 911 less than an hour ago, and somehow Ms. Lance already has her full medical report, while mine's still missing two pages. Must be nice to have a crystal ball, huh?"

"And another thing, nobody's even taken my statement. Since when do the police just pick sides based on the alleged victim's story?"

"As for the psych eval, I've been cooperating with my therapist for months. The hospital records say I'm in remission. So how was I supposed to have a mental breakdown and deliberately shove Ms. Lance?"

"Oh, and since you're related to the so-called victim, I want another officer. Otherwise, I'll file a complaint for conflict of interest."

Sylvia's voice was calm but firm, every word sharp as a tack.

The cop just scoffed, unimpressed.

she set her pen down, he

twice before making any sudden moves. Assaulting an officer is a serious crime. You'd

now they were threatening her

and that kid had managed to conjure up

you caused enough trouble already?" Tristan's sharp voice cut through the tension, his steely eyes warning

in, the picture of gentle concern. "Tristan, please don't get upset. It's not worth it.

you really messed up this time. Just apologize and Fanny will let it go. Do you really have to be so selfish and make

Selfish? Sylvia almost laughed.

was fine. Just

as long as she

the hard way: take enough crap, and suddenly everyone thinks you can handle a little more. Now, just because she wanted

and fixed

steely look. "Ms. Simpson, since you care so much about your friends, maybe you should ask Ms.

happen to

start all

eyes widened in panic. "Fanny was drunk, she just mixed you up with someone else,"

a coincidence," Sylvia replied, arching an eyebrow. "If she hadn't picked me,

toward Fanny, who was

hear the