Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 27

The efficiency of the police was astonishingly high. No sooner had Sylvia agreed to a settlement than they had the documents ready for her to sign.

One of the officers, who was the woman taking Sylvia's statement earlier, offered a gentle word of caution, "Are you sure you've thought this through?"

Holding the pen, her hand trembling slightly, Sylvia managed a bitter smile, "Yes, I've made up my mind. Let's just get this over with."

After all, she felt like nothing more than a pawn in someone else's game at this point. Without allowing herself a moment of doubt, Sylvia quickly signed her name.

The female officer sighed, took the settlement documents, and left.

Almost immediately after, Naomi walked into the hospital room carrying a basket of comfort food.

Their eyes met, and Naomi's eyes were rimmed red with guilt.

"Sylvia…"

"I know all about it. Is Edwin okay?" Sylvia inquired.

Wiping away tears and serving up some soup, Naomi sighed, "He's fine, just got a bit of an earful. You know how Tristan can be. It's all that Julian's fault, the scoundrel! Dressed up like a gentleman, but nothing of the sort."

Exhausted, Sylvia confessed, "Mom, I don't want to get married."

Naomi, wary of pressing the issue further, quickly uttered, "I understand. Anyway, the media storm has moved on to Bridget, doesn't affect us anymore. If you don't want to get married, then don't. I was just worried about what they might think, that you're holding out for someone you shouldn't."

With that, she handed Sylvia the bowl of soup. Sylvia, lacking any appetite, pondered Naomi's words.

"Mom, what's the deal with the media?"

"Finally, some sensible folks on the internet. They're saying Bridget staged the whole drama to trap a husband. Now everyone's calling her out for being shameless. She and Rupert, you know how many people envied them? Now that she's caught in a scandal, they're all piling on. I always said she was a bit of a drama queen."

Naomi clucked her tongue in disapproval. Sylvia felt uneasy about the situation and quickly asked her phone back to check the online news.

Indeed, there were plenty of comments criticizing Bridget for not restraining herself and being desperate to marry. Everything had changed on short notice.

Naomi took the phone away, urging, "Eat up, why do you worry about her?"

Sylvia, frowning, said, "Rupert loves Bridget that much. How can I not worry?"