Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 485

Sylvia thought it over and decided not to drag Ms. Ward into this mess.

"Ms. Ward, everyone downstairs says they heard gunshots. If we tell them there might be a third person involved, do you want to spend New Year's at the police station? Sometimes it's better to just let things go. We're all safe, that's what matters."

"You're probably right," Ms. Ward muttered, "But who was knocking, then? Looked like they were hurt, too. I wonder how bad it was."

Hearing this, Sylvia couldn't help but picture that shadowy figure in the dark.

Before she could get lost in thought, her phone blared. It was Edwin.

"Edwin-wait, what? I'm coming right now!"

Sylvia forced herself up and rushed to Naomi's hospital room.

She barely made it to the door when she saw three cops, pushing past Edwin, insisting on taking Naomi away-even though she'd just woken up.

"Mr. Edwin, I'm sorry, but Detective Tristan says the amount involved is too great. We have to catch the thief, so Mrs. Naomi needs to cooperate with the

investigation."

"She's still a patient!" Edwin's frustration showed.

"We checked with her doctor. She's awake, so she's fine."

"What do you mean, 'she's fine' just because she woke up?" Sylvia blurted out, throwing herself in front of Naomi.

looked at her, annoyed.

froze for a second. They knew who she was-Tristan must've

what to do. Just give me a

Their tone was all business,

doing our job here. I hope

that, they left the

then turned to Naomi, putting on an easy smile. "Mom,

"Sylvia, promise me you won't

"Sylvia, don't do anything stupid. I've

nodded, reassuring them

knew-Tristan would never let Edwin find a single

almost out of

squeezed Sylvia's chest, leaving her dizzy. She had to

excuse and slipped out

her clammy hands, looked worried. "Sylvia, are

you go home? I want to

yourself," Ms. Ward said, then left

the room. She headed for Dr. Chris's

make sure Naomi

but there

nurse passing by noticed her. "Dr. Chris took the day off. Got a call about an emergency out of the hospital—he almost slipped running out the

always dependable-he'd never leave suddenly unless something was

heart clenched. Images of blood, foreign hitmen, guns, and violence flashed through