Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 518

Sylvia whipped out her phone and snapped a dozen photos of Naomi, making sure to capture every angle of the red handprint on her face.

Naomi’s voice trembled. “Sylvia, what are you doing?”

“Mom, running away won’t fix anything,” Sylvia replied, her tone firm. “I need to go straight to the source this time. Stay here at the hospital and wait for me to call. And promise me, no more wiring money to that man, okay?”

“Okay,” Naomi whispered, her face ghostly pale as she nodded.

After tucking Naomi in and making sure she was settled, Sylvia quietly slipped out of the hospital room.

Out in the hallway, she took a deep breath and dialed Kay’s number.

It barely rang three times before Kay picked up, as if she’d been expecting the call.

“Who’s this?” Kay’s voice had that unmistakable air of superiority—the kind of confidence you didn’t just put on.

But, to be fair, Kay had earned it.

Sylvia clenched her fist, forcing herself to sound steady. “Ms. Winslet? It’s Sylvia. Can we meet up? I need to talk to you.”

“Oh? What’s this about?” Kay’s tone was nonchalant, impossible to read.

“There’s something important we have to discuss face to face,” Sylvia pushed on, biting her lip.

Sylvia was surprised when, after a brief pause, Kay simply agreed.

“I’ll text you the address,” Kay said.

“Alright.”

Sylvia hung up and hurried down the hall, but as she rounded the corner near the elevators, she bumped right into Chris.

He blocked her way. “What are you doing here? Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine. I’ve got somewhere to be,” Sylvia said curtly, unwilling to drag anyone else into her mess.

She tried to brush past, but Chris grabbed her arm and pulled her into a quiet alcove.

“If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’ll go straight to Mr. Rupert and tell him you’re faking your amnesia. You might fool everyone else, but not your doctor.”

“You know what Rupert’s like. He wouldn’t care if I had amnesia or not,” Sylvia shot back, glaring at him, feeling trapped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she added, but Chris just smirked.

“Come on, you and I both know the truth. I’ve been your accomplice this long, right?”

She hesitated just a moment, then steeled herself and walked inside, trying to look as casual as possible.

Scanning the room, she spotted Kay sitting by the window, sipping a glass of red wine, looking every bit the queen bee.

Sylvia walked over and sat down across from her.

Kay barely glanced up, her sharp eyes flickering over Sylvia.

“Ms. Lloyd, doesn’t this place feel familiar?” Kay asked, swirling her wine.

“Ms. Winslet, let’s not play games. I don’t remember anything, and I’m not here to dig up the past,” Sylvia replied, her voice crisp.

“Oh? Then why did you ask to meet?” Kay raised an eyebrow, her hand—adorned with an expensive ring—tapping the stem of her glass.

Sylvia didn’t hesitate. “Did you have something to do with what happened to my mom?”

Kay’s eyes narrowed, surprised at Sylvia’s bluntness. She laughed, swirling her wine with a smirk.