The rain pattered gently against the window.
Edwin hurried inside, just in time to bump into Sylvia.
"Edwin."
"You’re here. Why are you standing at the door? Come in and have a seat."
"Edwin, I saw you heading to the chapel earlier with Mom. Is everything alright?" Sylvia asked cautiously.
Edwin glanced at her and let out a soft sigh. "Sylvia, if you really want answers, you should take a trip to see Rupert. You'll find what you're looking for there."
There was something in his eyes, a hint of suggestion.
Sylvia's heart skipped a beat, her knees felt weak, and she reached out to grip the doorframe, her fingers digging into the wood, yet she felt no pain.
She pondered for a few seconds before shaking her head.
"Never mind, it's not necessary."
Whatever happened at the chapel, no matter how complicated, she had achieved her goal.
This time, Rupert would certainly face significant losses.
Edwin had noticed the changes in Sylvia lately, his voice filled with curiosity, "Sylvia, what's going on with you? Why do you have such a problem with Rupert? He’s not as bad as you think."
"Edwin, stop."
Sylvia avoided his gaze and turned away.
Edwin, with a hint of regret in his voice, said, "Rupert’s no fool. You suddenly appearing at the Garcia Group, he’s not oblivious."
Hearing this, Sylvia froze, her fingers twisting together until they turned white.
She admitted that yesterday had gone remarkably smoothly, and even Rupert's attitude towards her seemed different.
Rupert had asked her a lot of strange questions.
Like whether she was there just to see him.
Thinking about it, Sylvia lowered her gaze, feeling a bit lost.
At this moment, Naomi came over with a tray of cookies and gestured toward the umbrella stand by the door.
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