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.

at her, annoyed. "Ms. Lloyd, please

froze for a second. They knew who

what to do. Just give

the cops backed off. Their tone was all business, but their actions

just doing our job here. I hope

that, they left

Naomi, putting on an easy smile. "Mom,

"Sylvia, promise me

anything stupid. I've already got

reassuring

knew-Tristan would never let

was almost

heavy pressure squeezed Sylvia's chest, leaving her dizzy. She had to steady herself against Ms. Ward to keep

up some excuse and slipped out of

her clammy hands, looked worried. "Sylvia, are

Ms. Ward. Why don't you go home?

Take care of yourself," Ms. Ward said, then

to the room. She

make sure Naomi

there

noticed her. "Dr. Chris took the day off. Got a call about an emergency

usually cracked jokes, but he was always dependable-he'd

of blood, foreign hitmen, guns,