Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 98

At the Garcia Manor.

The moment Sylvia returned, she crashed into a sleep so deep it felt like the world had faded away. Hunger, however, proved to be a harsh alarm clock. With mobility limited, she called out towards the door.

“Mom?”

“Edwin?”

But no one responded. Thinking her voice might've been too soft for Naomi and Edwin to hear, she reached for her phone, only to notice a note left on the bedside table.

[I’m out with Edwin for a dinner party. Left you some snacks, eat if you’re hungry.]

On the plate were three little snacks.

Naomi really underestimated her appetite. The snacks barely touched the sides, and her stomach continued to protest loudly.

Left with no choice, she picked up the house phone and dialed the kitchen.

“Hello, is there anything else to eat?”

“The chef’s off duty,” the maid’s voice floated back, punctuated by a yawn, hinting it was time for bed.

“Okay.”

Hanging up, Sylvia couldn’t help but mock her own naivety.

The Garcia family’s staff never took her seriously, so why would they bother preparing food for her in the middle of the night?

Reluctantly, she forced herself up and headed to the kitchen. A sharp pain in her foot from just a few steps sent her tumbling to the ground. Her arms instinctively braced her fall, hitting a scratch which was carved by tree branches.

“Ouch…”

Despite the pain, she pressed on. Hunger had given her a mission. Blowing on the wound on her arm, she limped out into the estate.

The Garcia Manor was a collection of courtyards interspersed with Western-style gardens and walkways. Even under the cloak of night, lit by the soft glow of street lamps, it remained picturesque.