Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 559

He ignored the blood pouring from his wound, gripping the steering wheel with wild excitement, jerking it left and right, desperate to throw the man clinging to the roof off through sheer force.

After being jolted twice, Sylvia braced herself by clutching the seat. She took a deep breath, then sprang forward, looping her arm around Yves’s neck from behind.

“You want to die so badly? Let me help you!”

“You crazy bitch! Let… let go!”

Yves’s cheeks flushed red, but his lips were ghostly pale from blood loss in his leg. Agony flickered across his face, and his foot eased up on the gas without him realizing.

That was Rupert’s chance. He managed to regain control, scrambling down from the car roof and maneuvering his own vehicle to block Yves’s, forcing him to a stop.

Seeing this, Yves was pushed over the edge. He violently shrugged Sylvia off.

She slammed into the seat and took several seconds to recover.

Yves grabbed the wheel with white-knuckled hands, an unsettling grin twisting his mouth.

“Sylvia, do you really think he’d risk his life to save you?”

“…”

Sylvia’s breath caught in her throat.

Before she could even sit up, Yves suddenly yanked the wheel hard, sending the car careening off the road.

In that split second, Sylvia realized—he was ready to take them both out.

The car crashed into a massive boulder, stopping their plunge, but half the vehicle now hung over the edge, swaying precariously above the raging waves below.

Sylvia stared at the churning sea under the hood, her lips drained of color. She clung to the door so tightly her hands shook.

She was so terrified she stopped breathing, too afraid to even blink.

Luckily, the side window had shattered in the crash—there was still a way out.

Sylvia carefully wrapped her sleeves over her hands and began to crawl through the broken glass.

She managed to wriggle halfway out when suddenly a bloodied hand clamped around her ankle, yanking her back.

“I always told you your legs were gorgeous. Ha… He can’t save you.”

Yves’s face was a mask of blood, but his grip was almost gentle as he ran his hand along Sylvia’s leg, slowly pulling her back into the car.

All her plotting, all her effort, and in the end, she was just a pawn in someone else’s game.

“So your interests, the people you want to protect, mean that my life—and my mom’s—just don’t matter?”

“Sylvia! Don’t!” Rupert’s voice was raw as he tightened his grip.

If he didn’t let go, all three of them would die.

Sylvia stared at Rupert, her voice soft but steady. “I hate you so much. But…”

But her feelings for him still made her want to find excuses for him, even now.

Her mind screamed at her to let go, to finally break free.

In the end… the only person she truly betrayed was herself.

She gave him one last, tearful smile—and let go.

Rupert froze, his voice breaking. “Sylvia, no—!”