Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 676

The Sanford family villa.

The moment Sylvia opened her eyes, she noticed a shadowy figure moving near her legs.

"Ah!"

She screamed, instinctively yanking the blankets up.

The female doctor jumped in surprise, quickly raising her hands in a soothing gesture.

"Don't be afraid. You're safe. I was just applying some medication... You struggled quite a bit earlier, and there's some minor tearing."

Seeing the white coat, Sylvia collapsed weakly back onto the pillows. Almost instantly, every nerve in her body flared with agonizing discomfort.

The doctor offered a sympathetic smile. "I'm not quite finished. You'll need to endure it for just a moment longer, otherwise, the bleeding won't stop. Don't worry..."

As a fellow woman, the doctor's eyes held only deep compassion, without a shred of judgment. She even reached out to gently squeeze Sylvia's hand.

Sylvia gave a slow nod and released her death grip on the blanket.

As the doctor put her gloves back on and resumed, the sharp sting of the medicine mixed with an overwhelming sense of humiliation, leaving Sylvia drenched in a cold sweat.

Soon, her vision blurred with unshed tears, but she bit down hard on her lip, forcing them back.

By the time the doctor was done, the metallic taste of blood filled Sylvia's mouth.

Packing her medical kit, the doctor gave her instructions. "I'll leave the ointment here. Make sure you apply it yourself after your next shower."

With that, she picked up her bag, ready to leave.

Sylvia forced herself up on her elbows and grabbed the doctor's sleeve, struggling to speak. "Do you... do you have emergency contraception?"

She was ovulating right now.

Rupert refused to even acknowledge what had happened between them. She absolutely could not allow even the slight possibility of a pregnancy.

The doctor hesitated for a second before nodding. "I do. Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes."

Sylvia gripped the bedsheets, nodding without a second of hesitation.

The doctor didn't press further. She opened her kit, popped a single pill from a blister pack, and handed it over.

Without even a sip of water, Sylvia swallowed the pill dry, washing it down with the lingering taste of her own blood.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Sylvia, how are you holding up?" Lester stood outside, his voice laced with heavy concern.

"I'm fine."

Sylvia took a deep breath, trying her best to steady her trembling voice.

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