Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 437

Hearing Sylvia’s words, Edwin’s face grew even more serious—he understood the real message behind what she said.

From now on, they wouldn’t be family. Not even distant relatives.

“Sylvia, you’ve been through so much,” he said quietly.

“Edwin, please, just take care of my mom, okay?” Sylvia smiled as she asked, her voice gentle.

Naomi wanted to scold Sylvia, but the memory of the three of them squeezed into the kitchen earlier—just sharing a plate of scrambled eggs and toast—made her realize she was the one holding Sylvia back.

She was the reason Sylvia kept coming back, enduring humiliation, again and again.

Swallowing her pride, Naomi forced a smile. “Take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

“I will. I’m leaving now.”

Sylvia slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked out, not looking back.

…

A few minutes later, the butler entered the kitchen.

“Mr. Edwin, Mrs. Naomi—Ms. Sanford is leaving.”

“Okay. We’re coming.”

Edwin straightened his shirt and gently took Naomi’s hand, leading her toward the foyer.

The butler spoke again, “Mr. Tristan asked if Ms. Lloyd could come out to say goodbye as well.”

“Sylvia already left. She had things to do,” Edwin replied curtly.

“Perhaps you could call her back to see the guests off? Mr. Tristan is still waiting,” the butler pressed.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is Ms. Sanford not allowed to leave without Sylvia? Maybe you’d like to run this house instead of me! My daughter doesn’t need your directions,” Edwin snapped, his patience gone.

“N-no, sir. Of course not,” the butler stammered, taking two steps back.

With a huff, Edwin marched Naomi out.

Under the porch, Tristan saw Sylvia wasn’t with them and immediately barked, “No manners at all!”

Hands folded behind his back, Edwin replied, “Dad, in our house, we don’t have a rule about keeping our own family away from the dinner table.”

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