Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 106

Sylvia brushed off Chris's probing question with the straightforwardness of someone who knew exactly what she wanted.

Chris was visibly stunned, his jaw practically hitting the floor. It took him a moment before he hesitantly asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then."

With that, Sylvia got what she came for and left as swiftly as she had arrived.

Chris shut the door behind her and immediately grabbed his phone to call Rupert.

"Rupert, Sylvia just dropped by," he blurted out the moment the call connected.

"Mhm," came Rupert's nonchalant reply.

Chris paused, a bit taken aback. "You knew she would, didn’t you?"

"Mhm."

Leaning back in his chair, Chris twirled a pen between his fingers, a smirk forming. "Your dear niece really can’t pull one over on you, huh? But aren’t you worried she might stir up trouble?"

"It’s fine." Rupert's tone was calm, almost reassuring.

Chris scoffed. "Easy for you to say. It’s your niece, your problem. But still, you shouldn’t throw me under the bus."

"Throw you under the bus? About what?"

"Did you tell her my nick name is Christine? It’s driving me nuts!"

"I didn’t mention it," Rupert reassured.

Chris’s pen dropped to the floor, a chill running down his spine.

Chris muttered, glancing around the room as if expecting an apparition, “I’m planning to visit the church with my mom tomorrow, for some peace of mind!"

"You still believe in that stuff?"

"I didn’t used to, but now? I have to. Ever since Sylvia grilled me about that children's organ donation issue, I’ve been having this recurring nightmare. I’m on an operating table, and there’s this kid, about seven or eight, holding a scalpel and going for my kidney! And the kicker? The kid’s face looks just like Sylvia when she was young!"

Chris shuddered at the thought.

Rupert’s voice turned icy. "You know what she looked like as a child?"

"I... After all I’ve said, that’s what you pick up on?" Chris clutched at his chest, nearly hyperventilating.