Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 111

Oh, still playing the innocent card?

"Ms. Simpson, after you call the cops, what exactly are you gonna tell them? That I went mad and almost killed Mrs. Simpson because of some provocation? And who exactly provoked me?"

At that, everyone's eyes cautiously shifted towards Tristan. Wasn't it because Tristan had openly rebuked Edwin and Naomi in defense of the Simpson ladies that Sylvia had been pushed over the edge?

Bridget was stunned. It dawned on her that Sylvia had been setting the stage from the moment that call was made. They had all been meekly waiting for Tristan to speak up!

So what was the point of her calling the cops?

To pin it on Tristan?

"Enough!" Tristan commanded with authority, "You ladies have had too much to drink. This whole frenzy of yours would be best slept off."

"Sir..." Bridget looked at Tristan in disbelief.

Tristan summoned the butler and handed back the box containing the ceremonial sword.

"This sword isn't for me. Take it back. Show the guests out."

Bridget and Miriam were reluctant to give up and looked as if they wanted to argue their case. But Tristan's next words cut off any hope they had.

He looked at Rupert, his expression rare and displeased. "In the future, be more selective about who you bring home. Drunken nonsense, no manners! If word of today's event leaks, don't expect any leniency."

Rupert's expression hardened. "Understood."

Bridget and Miriam felt a chill in their hearts. Years of effort, all ruined by Sylvia's outburst. The mother and daughter were shown the door, even their gift returned. Such an embarrassment would be the talk of the town.

Tristan glanced silently at Edwin, hesitating as if he wanted to speak but held back.

Edwin gracefully stepped back. "Dad, Sylvia and Naomi are quite shaken. I'll take them home."

...

Outside the gate.

Bridget was sobbing bitterly, immediately trying to explain, "Rupert, I didn't mean those things... I was drunk! That's why I spouted nonsense. I don't know what got into me."

Rupert looked down. "You claimed they were lies before. Now, it's because you were drunk?"

"I… I..."

"I don't care," Rupert said coldly.

"Really?" Bridget brightened up, convinced Rupert still loved her. "Rupert, I..."