Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 355

"I mean-how should I know? Anyway, they've got all the evidence. No one's getting out of this,” Naomi muttered, slicing off a piece of apple and popping it into Sylvia's mouth.

Sylvia chewed, but her mind was elsewhere. If they'd managed to get their hands on the evidence, someone had to have helped. And besides Rupert, she couldn't think of anyone else with that kind of pull.

With a sigh, Sylvia nibbled on her apple, the taste bland on her tongue. "Mom, where's Uncle Rupert?"

"Dead-oops!" Naomi yelped as the paring knife nearly slipped. "Jeez, are you trying to kill your own mother?"

"Dead? He can't be dead," Sylvia's voice trembled. "At worst, he'd break a leg or something."

"I said he's not dead!" Naomi snapped.

"Could you maybe be a little clearer?" Sylvia frowned.

"What are you so jumpy about? On the way back, if I hadn't clamped a hand over your mouth, you'd have been shouting 'Uncle Rupert' the whole way..."

"Mom! I'm starving. Can you grab me something to eat?" Sylvia cut her off, her voice loud and desperate.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine," she said, heading out the door to go find some food.

She slipped off

reached his door, though, she hesitated. Just

signal him to keep quiet before Orson bellowed, "Ms.

their

the room. "Aren't you coming

into the room. "You had someone

propped up against his pillows, looking pale but somehow even more intense, his sharp eyes cutting

You mean all the

My mom's

just go ask her

her lip, then huffed. "Well, it looks like you're

door, Orson slammed it shut from outside with impressive

a glass of water, would you?" He shifted the blanket, revealing his

rolled her eyes but poured him

she glanced down, her eyes met Rupert's, his gaze

glass, he didn't let go of

stayed locked