Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 436

Rupert looked like he'd just bitten into a lemon.

He narrowed his eyes, icy as ever. "Sylvia."

Sylvia met his gaze head on. "Did you not see what Tristan pulled today? Was it fun for you, watching us get humiliated? I'm done playing these games with you, Uncle Rupert. Whatever happened that night-we're over it."

Between them, there was nothing left-just that formal "Uncle Rupert."

A cold spark flickered in Rupert's eyes. He turned and stalked toward the trash bins by the curb.

Sylvia watched his retreating back, her feelings a tangled mess. Did she want him to fish that bag out of the garbage, or just let it go?

She couldn't help herself: with every step he took toward the bins, her nerves wound tighter.

Just as Rupert was about to catch up to the housekeeper, a shriek cut through the garden path.

Everyone turned. Reese, her prosthetic leg catching on the flagstones, had fallen hard.

Sylvia instinctively glanced at Rupert.

dead in

drew in a shaky breath, the taste of bitterness heavy on her tongue, weighing her

help but watch Rupert turn away from the trash and rush toward

scarf-her favorite-was tossed

the past, or Reese now,

and walked over, determined not to make a

Sanford, are

sheepishly and hitched up her dress a

brother just got me this new leg. It's super comfy, but I'm still getting the hang of it.

out here once when it was raining and slid halfway across the yard-now that was embarrassing,"

eyes softened with

in front of your crush? She'd have

the subject “Oh, Sylvia-did you get a chance to try the chicken soup? I saw you

pinched. So it

Reese's clear, sincere eyes, Sylvia found it hard to stay upset. She

to be pinching. She winced, glancing at Rupert. "Mr. Rupert, my

Rupert said, scooping Reese up in his arms

her away, Reese shot Sylvia a playful look, finger to her lips in a

malicious. She just wanted to