Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 481

"Blowing off some steam? Really..."

Edwin let out a cold chuckle.

He'd always been the mellow one in the Garcia family, the guy with the easy smile and the steady nerves. Even when Tristan came down on him, he never complained. But right now, his laughter sounded bitter-almost warped.

"Edwin, come on," Kay stepped in, trying to smooth things over. "Tristan's not heartless, otherwise he wouldn't have come to see Naomi. Don't make things harder for him."

Edwin's expression turned icy. "This is my family's business. Don't need outsiders lecturing me."

Kay's face tightened. She clenched her fists and glared at him for a moment before scoffing.

"How's it none of my business? Did you forget, Edwin? There's still a lot left unresolved with Naomi. Now she suddenly collapses? I'd say that's worth looking into."

"Kay!" Edwin snapped, jaw tight.

"That's enough!" Tristan cut in, his tone sharp as a knife. "Kay's just making a reasonable point. It's a little too convenient, don't you think?"

Edwin stared at Tristan, lips parting in disbelief before he pressed them together in a hard line.

"Get out!" Sylvia shouted suddenly.

Kay flicked her hair over her shoulder and sneered. "Geez, what a temper. Anyone'd think you were some heiress or something."

Do we need a circus

"Out!"

whole hospital room

was thunderous, and even Tristan looked

if to hit Sylvia,

I already talked about it. We're not

quickly. "It was supposed to be a celebration. No point in making things ugly. I'll cover

of your minds? You're just going to let this

frowned. "Aunt Kay,

but that didn't mean she got to

about to let Sylvia off

Even if the Sanfords don't press charges, the Garcias have a reputation to protect. We can't just ignore a traitor in

Jail?

stunned, her back drenched in cold sweat, terror locking up her

wouldn't say that unless

as Naomi woke up,

would be hauled off.

looked to Rupert-the one person who

like some lighthouse on a distant

second. He

of pain crashed over Sylvia, and something inside her

from the table-a paperweight, a