Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 216

Smack!

Warren's face was sharply turned to the side by Sylvia's slap.

His expression twisted, becoming something monstrous and terrifying.

In the next instant, he grabbed Sylvia's wrist and yanked her towards him.

"Do you treat him like this too?" he demanded.

"Let go of me!" Sylvia struggled fiercely, but Warren tossed her onto the hospital bed.

The sudden movement sent papers flying from the foot of the bed to the floor.

Among them, she spotted a piece of paper bearing Warren’s signature.

It was as if she had uncovered a scandalous secret. Ignoring her physical pain, she snatched up the paper and examined it closely.

"Is this your signature?" Sylvia pointed at the name "Garcia."

"It is," Warren acknowledged, unconcerned as he realized it was just a hospital bill.

Sylvia realized how profoundly she had misunderstood everything.

"The dress for the competition wasn’t bought by you, was it?"

Warren's face tightened, and he remained silent.

"And the lawyer's letter to Bridget's fans wasn’t from you either, right?" Sylvia's memories rushed back, each word tasting bitter in her mouth.

Warren tried to deflect, "Sylvia, none of this matters. You promised me that no matter what I did wrong, you’d never hate me."

"So you think it’s okay to lie to me?" Sylvia waved the paper, her neck muscles taut with tension.

"Sylvia, it’s because I care about you..."

"Shut up! Stop using me as an excuse! It’s disgusting, truly disgusting!"

Sylvia crumpled the paper into a ball and hurled it at Warren’s face.

He dodged, giving her the perfect chance to flee. Without a backward glance, she dashed out of the hospital room.

Behind her, Warren called her name, his voice full of desperation.

"Sylvia, Sylvia..."

Sylvia ran downstairs and into the rain, her cheeks wet with tears or raindrops—she couldn’t tell which.

Her phone rang three times before she snapped out of her daze and answered it.