Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 437

Hearing Sylvia's words, Edwin's face grew even more serious-he understood the real message behind what she said.

From now on, they wouldn't be family. Not even distant relatives.

"Sylvia, you've been through so much," he said quietly.

"Edwin, please, just take care of my mom, okay?" Sylvia smiled as she asked, her voice gentle.

Naomi wanted to scold Sylvia, but the memory of the three of them squeezed into the kitchen earlier-just sharing a plate of scrambled eggs and toast-made her realize she was the one holding Sylvia back.

She was the reason Sylvia kept coming back, enduring humiliation, again and again.

Swallowing her pride, Naomi forced a smile. "Take care of yourself, sweetheart." "I will. I'm leaving now."

Sylvia slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked out, not looking back.

A few minutes later, the butler entered the kitchen.

"Mr. Edwin, Mrs. Naomi-Ms. Sanford is leaving."

"Okay. We're coming."

Edwin straightened his shirt and gently took Naomi's hand, leading her toward the foyer.

The butler spoke again, "Mr. Tristan asked if Ms. Lloyd could come out to say goodbye as well."

She had things to do,"

could call her back to see the guests off? Mr. Tristan is still waiting," the butler

Is Ms. Sanford not allowed to leave without Sylvia? Maybe you'd like to run this house instead of me! My daughter doesn't need your directions," Edwin snapped, his

course not," the

a huff, Edwin

porch, Tristan saw Sylvia wasn't with

back, Edwin replied, "Dad, in our house, we don't

days we're hosting

She won't be coming back. From now on, whatever happens with the Garcias has nothing to

hoped that if Tristan spent enough time around Sylvia, he'd grow to

But he was wrong.

didn't fit Tristan's standards, he'd never warm up

with anger, just as Reese and Rupert came out together. Instantly, Tristan switched

Rupert drive you

said. She glanced around. "Where's Sylvia? Isn't

was ready with a

Edwin cut in, "Ms. Sanford, Sylvia had

keeping her busy these days, so she won't be

"That's

she's smart and

"Mr. Rupert, shall we?"

reached for her wheelchair controls, but

Are

“It's nothing. Let's