Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 621

Chris saw the light fade from her eyes and immediately promised, “I’ll help you find a specialist. Worst case, I’ll talk to Mr. Rupert and have him reach out to someone overseas—”

“Don’t tell him.” Sylvia cut Chris off, her gaze dropping to the floor. “You saw how Reese looked. I don’t want to get dragged any deeper into this. I can’t bear the weight of her life on my conscience. I stayed last night like you asked. Let’s not bring it up again. I’ll go along with your treatment.”

“Actually, the reason I came out so quickly earlier was—”

“Can we deal with this wound first?” Sylvia’s face was pale as chalk. She turned away, fighting the sting in her eyes.

Chris sighed, nodding.

Once he finished patching her up, Sylvia braced herself on the table and stood.

“What room is Reese in? I want to see her. I owe her an explanation.”

“I’ll come with you. I have a report to give her, anyway.”

Chris gathered a few sheets of paper from the desk.

When the two of them reached the hospital room, they found Rupert and Reese alone inside.

Reese was clutching Rupert’s hand, voice trembling. “I know there’s nothing between you and Sylvia. All that happened was you used her to get back at me for what I said earlier, right?”

Sylvia’s hand tightened around the doorknob. Through the crack, she saw Rupert with his back to her, tall and cold.

He said nothing, just patted Reese’s hand, as if accepting her version of events.

So the only reason he’d helped bandage her wound was to spite Reese.

And she’d lost a finger for it.

Sylvia dropped her gaze, a bitter smile twisting her lips.

Chris listened, disbelief on his face.

He moved to push open the door, but Sylvia looked up at him sharply.

The words to stop him caught in her throat; she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. They spilled down her cheeks in heavy drops.

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