Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 231

Dr. Lennon was busy preparing for his afternoon appointments, but there was a noticeable tension in his demeanor.

Dr. Harper, another physician, passed by and gave him a curious glance.

"Dr. Lennon, why didn't you join us for lunch? I didn't see you taking a break in your office either. Where were you?"

Dr. Lennon was visibly startled, dropping the papers he was holding and offering an awkward smile. "I was prepping for a procedure."

"A simple procedure needs that much prep time?"

In today's world, a routine outpatient procedure was hardly considered a major operation.

"The patient was feeling a bit anxious, so I took some time to talk with her," Dr. Lennon replied, maintaining his smile, though a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Dr. Harper didn't press further, nodding as he walked away.

Sylvia, who had overheard the exchange, quickly slipped out of the gathering crowd, making her way in the direction Bridget had gone.

Bridget wasn't feeling well, and her pace was slow; by now, she had only just left the clinic building.

To confirm her suspicions, Sylvia quickened her step.

But before she could reach Bridget, a man suddenly appeared, grabbing Bridget's arm and pulling her aside.

The man was dressed distinctively in a leather jacket and pants, like a biker ready to hit the open road, and his tall frame gave him an air of rugged elegance.

Unfortunately, the man had his back to Sylvia, obscuring his face.

Yet something about his stature seemed familiar to her.

Sylvia dared not linger her gaze, slipping behind a nearby hedge, almost blending into the greenery, separated from the pair by just a thin wall of leaves.

She could vaguely make out their overlapping silhouettes.

The man's voice was laced with anger: "Did you really get rid of my child?"

Bridget struggled to free herself from the man's grip. "What else was I supposed to do? Your child would have ruined me!"

"You lied to me? You once said if you were carrying my child, you'd go abroad with me!"

Sylvia was certain the timing matched when Bridget got pregnant; she couldn't have been carrying children from two different men at once.

That meant Rufus couldn't possibly be Rupert's!

Then how did he manage to pass a paternity test?

The ongoing argument snapped Sylvia back to reality.

"Do you believe everything said in bed? When you're happy, I could claim to be the richest man in the world, but does that make it true? Besides, what was the point of keeping your child? If his father isn't Mr. Rupert, then he's worthless to me! Can he elevate the Simpson family to greater heights? Can he put me at the top of Kingstoria?"

Bridget's laugh was cold and mocking.

The man, instead of getting angry, embraced Bridget tightly.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say. You look pale, don't get upset. Let me take you home to rest."

Sylvia was taken aback once more; this man was completely infatuated with Bridget...