Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 677

At his words, Sylvia's face grew even paler.

A realization struck her, and she lunged forward, grabbing Lester's arm. "Sienna. She knows everything."

The spoon slipped from Lester's hand, splashing hot oatmeal onto the blankets, leaving him looking momentarily flustered and hesitant.

"Sylvia, Sienna's situation is a bit complicated. We can't touch her right now."

"Is this his doing? Is it?!" Sylvia demanded, choked up.

"Yes."

Lester's brow furrowed deeply. He reached out to comfort her, but she aggressively batted his hand away.

"I want to leave this place," Sylvia stated, her tone full of resistance.

"Alright, I'll arrange it."

Lester set the bowl down and walked out of the bedroom.

In the hallway.

Zion hurried over to Lester. "Boss, Orson sent a message. Rupert said... the plan remains unchanged."

Lester's expression darkened. "Did Rupert mention Sylvia at all?"

Zion knew exactly what he was asking and shook his head awkwardly. "No. Orson said Chris found hallucinogenic drugs in his blood. He doesn't remember anything that happened, and it's possible..."

Zion leaned in closer, whispering the rest directly into Lester's ear.

Lester's jaw clenched tightly. He scoffed, "I never expected Fay to be the one digging a trap for us in the end. Have someone keep an eye on the Langley family. The moment you find a trace of Fay, don't bother reporting back—just grab her."

"And Ms. Lloyd...?"

"Keep her in the dark."

The words slipped out effortlessly, but as soon as he said them, a stark realization hit him.

Being in Rupert's position and trying to protect everyone was an impossible task.

It was a never-ending cycle of painful compromises and weighing the pros and cons.

Lester turned to look at the closed bedroom door and sighed heavily.

...

A few minutes later, Sylvia got into Lester's car, completely bundled up in a thick winter coat.

Naomi and Edwin were currently living in a downtown villa.

When they arrived, Sylvia didn't immediately step out.

She paused, as if gathering her courage, and looked Lester right in the eyes. "Lester, let's break up."

Before he could even react, she pushed the door open and hurried away.

"Was it... him?"

"..." Sylvia lowered her eyes in heavy silence.

Leaning against her mother's chest, Sylvia finally completely broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'm so sorry, Mom, I'm so sorry... It's all my fault..."

"It's not your fault, baby, it's not. Mom is right here. Everything is going to be okay."

Naomi hurriedly pulled Sylvia's coat tighter around her and helped her up, guiding her into the warmth of the villa.

It wasn't until she was tucked into a warm bed that Sylvia's violent trembling finally began to subside.

In a daze, she tightly gripped Naomi's hand. "Mom, don't... don't tell Edwin."

"I won't." Naomi nodded firmly, pressing her lips together.

With that promise, Sylvia finally allowed herself to drift into a restless sleep against her mother's side.

In her hazy state, she thought she could hear Naomi crying, murmuring softly to herself.

"I'm so sorry... I failed you... I didn't take good care of her..."