Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 484

When Sylvia came to, she found herself lying on the porch just outside her house, sucking in deep breaths of oxygen.

Ms. Ward was kneeling beside her, clutching Sylvia's hand tightly, worry etched all over her face.

"She's awake, she's awake! Doctor, is she going to be okay?"

"It's hard to say right now," the paramedic replied, gently taking Sylvia's blood pressure and offering reassurance. "We'll need to get her to the hospital for some tests just to be sure."

Ms. Ward, still anxious, blurted out, "I'm not talking about the gas-I mean her injuries!"

"Injuries? We didn't find any wounds on her," the doctor said, leaning closer to Sylvia. "Ma'am, are you feeling pain anywhere else?"

Sylvia shook her head. After breathing in the oxygen, she just felt a bit lightheaded, but nothing hurt.

Ms. Ward stared in shock and pointed at the smear of blood on her own front door. "Then... whose blood is that? You knocked so frantically before I thought you crawled out, hurt."

Hearing this, Sylvia's mind flashed back to the last thing she remembered before blacking out.

A foreign man had been knocked to the floor, and then someone else came in...

But after that, her memory was a blank. She rubbed her aching forehead, trying in vain to piece it together.

Ward, did you see blood anywhere else?" she

pause. “When I went into your place to open the windows, I didn't see

So who was bleeding?

bloody print on Ms. Ward's door,

then, the elevator

but it was actually a

lives here?" one officer

Ward exchanged glances and raised

Ward spoke up,

cop gestured to the neighbor. "Your neighbor downstairs called us. They reported hearing suspicious noises from upstairs-possibly

Ms. Ward and Sylvia looked

be right," Ms. Ward protested. "They

neighbor shook her head. "I know what I heard. I've been to shooting ranges in the States. That was a gunshot, I'm sure of it. Maybe it was muffled by something like

She glanced back into her living room. Sure enough, one

the fake suicide note the foreign man

had come here to kill her he wouldn't have taken away evidence that proved she'd tried to kill herself. Something else must have

but

forgot to turn off the stove. I got a little carbon monoxide

mouth to object, but Sylvia looked at Ms. Ward, who nodded

said. "Look, the doctor and the building manager are