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

went into your place to open the windows,

So who was bleeding?

on Ms. Ward's door, her heart pounding

elevator dinged and

with a gurney, but it was

lives here?" one officer

Ward exchanged glances and

Ward spoke up, "Officer,

called us.

and

right," Ms. Ward protested.

I've been to shooting ranges in the States. That was a gunshot, I'm sure of it.

Sure enough, one of her throw pillows was missing

foreign

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

speak, but Sylvia

misunderstanding," Sylvia said quickly. "had a bit too much wine and forgot to turn off the stove. I got a little carbon monoxide poisoning, and thmk the noise must have been me falling off the couch. You

mouth to object, but Sylvia

the