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.

her pen down, he instantly stiffened, as if

making any sudden moves. Assaulting an officer is a serious

now they were threatening her for not signing

kid had managed to conjure up "official" injury reports out

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

Bridget swept in, the picture of gentle concern. "Tristan, please don't get upset. It's not worth it. Let me talk to

turned to Sylvia, her tone syrupy sweet. "Sylvia, you really messed up this time. Just apologize and Fanny will let it go.

Selfish? Sylvia almost laughed.

sheep everyone could blame, so the rest of them could pretend everything was fine. Just like when they forced her to confess to something she didn't

as she was the

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

turned and fixed Bridget

much about your friends, maybe you should ask Ms. Lance how

to 'accidentally run

start

in panic. "Fanny was drunk, she just

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

was still looking

brain could hear the implication: Bridget had