Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 92

When Sylvia woke up, everything before her eyes was still pitch dark. But gradually, dots of light appeared, followed by blurred figures.

That's when Freya showed up.

By now, Sylvia could see clearly. She was just teasing Freya a moment ago, payback for spiking her milk.

Sylvia put down her finger and took a bite of a bagel. "You all go on, I'm fine now."

"But Freya..." Billie was worried, silently pointing towards the door.

"We're in a hospital. She wouldn't dare do anything."

"Okay then."

The three of them tidied up a bit and left the hospital room.

As soon as they left, Freya returned, her expression now calm, though a sinister smile played on her lips.

Sylvia pretended not to notice.

"Sylvia, the weather's so nice outside. How about I help you go for a walk? It might help you relax, and who knows, you might recover faster."

Freya walked over to the bed and, without waiting for a response, lifted Sylvia's blanket. Ignoring her blindness entirely, she began dragging Sylvia out of bed.

Sylvia didn't resist, letting her lead the way out of the room.

"Freya, slow down. I can't see."

"Don't worry, I've got you."

Freya, convinced Sylvia was truly blind, didn't bother hiding the mocking smirk on her face.

Sylvia, however, instantly sensed that Freya was up to no good.

In a blink, Freya led her into the hospital's garden. Eventually, they reached a small pond.

Freya stopped, suddenly letting go of Sylvia's hand.

"Sylvia, I forgot to grab you a jacket. Wait here, I'll go get one."

"Freya, I can't see. I..."

"Don't worry, I'll be quick."

Freya's voice trailed off ominously as she walked away.

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat, puzzled by Rupert's sudden anger.

Then Freya saw Rupert and immediately cried out, "Mr. Rupert, save me..."

Rupert glanced at Orson.

Orson jumped in effortlessly, pulling Freya out of the pond with ease.

Freya collapsed onto the grass, drenched and trembling in the cool breeze.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she slowly lifted her pale face, looking pitifully at Rupert.

Her voice trembling, "Mr. Garcia...I'm so cold."

Hearing this, Sylvia covered her mouth in surprise. "Freya, weren't you going upstairs to get me a jacket? How did you end up silently standing behind me and falling into the pond?"

Freya clenched her teeth, a moment of guilt flashing by. But then her gaze shifted to the man before her - a figure like a god, with deep, cold, starry eyes and an impeccably handsome face that radiated unattainable nobility.

What woman wouldn't be moved?

Her eyes darted to Sylvia in the man's arms, a flash of jealousy shimmering through.