Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 380

Rupert had gone silent. Chris figured the conversation was over and was about to put his phone down when suddenly, an image popped up on the screen.

“What about this?”

Chris had no idea what had gotten into Rupert in the middle of the night—why was he sending portraits, of all things? Still, he opened the image, just to humor him.

One look, and Chris froze. He felt a chill run down his spine, which wasn’t helped by the fact that he was standing alone in a deserted hospital corridor in the middle of the night.

He quickened his pace, tapping out a reply.

“It’s identical.”

“I used to think it looked like Sylvia when she was a kid, but now I can see the difference. Those eyes—they’re exactly like yours!”

Chris shut himself in his office, gulped down some water, and tried to steady his nerves.

He’d always thought dreams were just dreams—nothing more. But now? He wasn’t so sure anymore.

“I see.”

Rupert didn’t respond again.

Chris didn’t get a wink of sleep that night.

…

Sylvia, on the other hand, had been given a dose of sedative and slept like a baby. When she woke up, she felt a lot better.

She glanced over at her mother, Naomi, who was sitting by her bed and pouring oatmeal into a bowl. Sylvia immediately pushed herself up and grabbed Naomi’s arm.

“Mom—I know that doctor.”

“What doctor?” Naomi jumped, nearly spilling the oatmeal all over the sheets.

“The one who did Bridget’s surgery. Mom, can you help me check his background?”

He was the same doctor who’d prescribed Bridget those pills last time. There was no way it was just a coincidence that he was involved again with Bridget’s miscarriage.

Sylvia was sure something was off. She looked at Naomi, searching her face for hope.

Naomi’s expression turned strange. She gently pulled her arm free and kept her eyes on the oatmeal. “Sylvia, let it go.”

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