Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 418

On their way to the foyer, Sylvia and Naomi spotted the butler hurrying toward the family chapel with the Garcia family elders in tow.

“Mom, why’s everyone heading to the chapel?” Sylvia asked, puzzled.

Naomi craned her neck, looking anxious. “Oh no, something big’s about to go down.”

Worried about Edwin, she grabbed Sylvia’s hand and hurried after the crowd.

The chapel was packed with people, everyone standing stiffly in two lines. Sylvia quickly pulled Naomi to the very end, trying to stay out of sight.

She glanced up toward the altar and saw even the elders who rarely showed their faces had been summoned.

Rupert and Tristan sat at the front, incense curling around them, their faces grave and severe.

In the middle of the room, Warren was kneeling, jaw clenched in shame.

Beside him, Fiona’s face was ghostly pale, her composure shattered. She was sobbing and yelling, nothing left of her usual Mrs. Fiona grace.

“Edwin! What’s your deal? Warren got hurt because of your little charity-case daughter, and you just brought him back here like nothing happened?”

Edwin stared her down, voice cold. “Do I really need to explain to everyone here why he was hurt?”

“You—!” Fiona sputtered, and then, reaching for any excuse, snapped, “The Garcias raised Sylvia for years. So what if she has to give back a little? It’s not her first time! Why’s everyone acting so shocked?”

Edwin’s fists clenched, but house rules were clear—no hitting women.

Sylvia was about to speak up, but Naomi beat her to it. Naomi stormed forward and slapped Fiona so hard she knocked her right to the floor.

Fiona let out a wail and didn’t get up, just huddled next to the silent Warren.

Naomi wasn’t just any woman—she used to carry a baby in one arm and groceries in the other, back in the day. Even after years of pampered living, she had no trouble dealing with someone as frail as Fiona.

“Shut your mouth!” Naomi barked. “Your own son can’t handle his business, so you think you can throw someone else’s daughter to the wolves and act like you’re doing a good deed? I heard Americans don’t care about age—how come you never offered yourself up? Guess you only pick on the ones you think are weak!”

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