Chapter 356

The moment Sylvia heard that Tristan Garcia was coming, she shoved Rupert

away.

Rupert, still recovering from his injury, swayed unsteadily on the bed before managing to steady himself, his eyes darkening as he looked at Sylvia.

"You should go," he said quietly.

"Yeah," Sylvia replied after a beat, realizing she couldn't explain this mess on her

own.

But just as she turned to leave, the door burst open.

Tristan stormed in, and the second he saw Rupert's wounded leg, his face twisted

with rage.

He barely glanced at Sylvia before his hand shot out a sharp, echoing slap cracked across her face.

"This is how you repay the Garcia family for taking you in? What a disgrace!"

Sylvia, still weak, staggered back and slammed into the wall. Stars exploded in her vision and she tasted blood at the corner of her mouth.

But Tristan wasn't finished. He raised his hand to strike again-only this time, Rupert caught his arm mid-air, stopping him cold.

tore open Rupert's stitches, dark red seeping through the bandages

she's done to you, you're going to defend her? I can't even give

necessary," Rupert said, his gaze flicking to Sylvia's swollen cheek. His face was so thunderous it could chill the room; his grip on Tristan

his arm back,

and son, locked

in right behind Tristan, suddenly

move! Your leg

eyes shining with tears, to Tristan. "Tristan, please, don't be angry. Mr. Rupert just means

went sheet-white, the red handprint standing out angry and

just frowned, saying nothing to defend her—or

you meant, Sylvia thought bleakly. I get it

"Get

stepped forward, her

Sylvia. Tristan's just worried about Mr. Rupert. Maybe you should go put

nothing for you

was the lady of the house, and

an outsider.

down and

barely left when Chris

over, supporting him. "Are you out of

bad enough as

bleeding O everywhere. You

and Bridget stared, stunned into

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