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.

set her pen down, he instantly

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

they were threatening her

past life, of how Bridget and that kid had managed to conjure up "official" injury reports out

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

gentle concern. "Tristan, please

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

Selfish? Sylvia almost laughed.

always the scapegoat, wasn't she? The black 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 do it was all about keeping

long as she

hard way: take enough crap, and suddenly everyone thinks you can handle a little more. Now,

and fixed Bridget

about your friends, maybe you should ask Ms. Lance how she even knows me We've

to

and start

widened in panic. "Fanny was drunk, she just

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

was still

hear the implication: Bridget