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Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

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Chapter 59

Bridget's eyes, brimming with tears, landed on Sylvia, "I'm sorry, Sylvia. You go ahead. | can hold off a bit

longer." Her lips were bitten hard as she fought back the tears, her gaze flickering towards Rupert now and then.

Sylvia bit her lip and stepped forward, but a firm hand landed on her shoulder, the ruby ring gleaming ominously.

Rupert spoke with a detached tone, "Let Bridget go first."

Sylvia whipped her head around to glare at Rupert.

Bridget gave Rupert a look full of unspoken words, "Thank you. I...| can't seem to move. Could you help me,

please?"

Rupert stepped forward and carried Bridget into the examination room.

As the door slowly closed behind them, Bridget turned to flash Sylvia a smile.

It was and would be always Bridget first.

Crumpling the examination order, Sylvia tossed it into the trash bin and walked away. Her hand was fine. The

bandage was just a ruse to throw Freya and Bridget off the scent. The examination was merely to appease

Rupert. But now, none of it mattered anymore.

Stepping out of the hospital, Sylvia was greeted by the aftermath of last night's thunderstorm, the sky

unbelievably clear. It felt like a rebirth.

Yet, for her, every step was a challenge. Without power or influence, how could she stand against those at the

heart of power, when even Naomi and Edwin struggled within the Garcia family?

Sylvia wandered aimlessly until her phone rang. It was her seldom-contacted roommate. Answering immediately,

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she heard the hesitant breaths on the other end.

Finally, one of them spoke up, "Um...Sylvia, we've found internships, so we might be moving out. We wanted to

have a dinner together, but if y-you're...busy, it's okay."

"Do you even know how to talk? You're making it sound like we don't want her there," another roommate

interjected.

"Sylvia, that's not what | meant. I just didn't want to impose..."

"Where is it? I'm on my way."

Sylvia's smile was heartfelt; she could feel her roommates’ kindness.

Her roommates, taken aback by her swift response, paused before answering, "I'll send you the address right

away." "Alright."

The restaurant, popular among students for its great value, was near the campus.

Upon entering, Sylvia saw her three roommates. Three familiar faces, just the sas what she remembered,

eased Sylvia's initially frayed nerves.

In her past life, she had trusted that they were against her, and thus, had never made more conversations with

them.

In contrast, she had placed unwavering trust in Freya, who ultimately betrayed her when Sylvia needed help the

most.

Ironically, it was these roommates, whom she had kept at a distance, who had respectively sent her a sum of

money after learning that Freya was spreading the news of Sylvia's plight, supporting her and her daughter

through tough times. Sylvia approached with a smile, while those three roommates was momentarily stunned.

She handed them each a box, "A little something to celebrate your new jobs. Hope you like it."

One roommate cto her senses and took over the box, surprised, "Perfume? This brand is expansive, and

wow, my favorite scent."

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"Thank you," they said in unison.

"But we didn't get you anything."

"That's alright. This meal's on you three."

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