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There was something magnetic about him-something that drew you in, but made you wary all the same. Rupert had arrived.
He strode toward Sylvia, and just then, Bridget spun her wheelchair around and threw herself into his arms.
"Mr. Rupert, I'm fine, really. Don't blSylvia. I just wanted to talk to her, that's all. After all, we're getting married in a month." "There's nothing to talk about with her." Rupert's voice was cold as ice as he gently helped Bridget back into her wheelchair.
Bridget frowned, leaning into Rupert. "Mr. Rupert, please, don't be like this. She's family, after all." "She isn't." Rupert's gaze was steely, void of warmth.
"Well, if she's not family, then I guess she's just a stranger." Bridget glanced at Sylvia, putting on an act of helplessness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA chill shot down Sylvia's spine.
Suddenly, words echoed in her mind, as if from another lifetime.
"Sylvia, eight years with Mr. Rupert can't compete with me. The moment I cback, he couldn't wait to push you aside forand his son. He even said-he said he never saw you or your daughter as his own. You were always outsiders." Sylvia clutched at her chest, gasping for breath. Her face grew paler by the second, her eyes rimmed bright red- so red they looked almost bloody.
"Get out! Get out!" She lurched toward Bridget, but her strength gave out, and she crashed hard onto the floor.
"Go away! All of you, just die! Die!" "Sylvia! Calm down! You can't get agitated!" Chris rushed forward, catching her before she could hurt herself further.
"Kill him! I want him dead, Chris! I hate him!" She clung to Chris, wild and desperate. "Kill Rupert!" She looked up, locking eyes with Rupert's cold, indifferent stare. He looked at her as if she were a stranger. After three seconds, Rupert's face didn't change. He simply turned Bridget's wheelchair and left the room without a word.
Sylvia watched his retreating back, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. With a pained grunt, she glanced at the IV in her arm and collapsed, utterly spent.
Chris sighed, scooping Sylvia into Worbet his arms and tucking her back bed Hershot antirritated look at the young nurse hovering by the "How did Bridget even know she was here?" "I'm sorry, Dr. Chris. But Ms. Simpson is just so pitiful... She lost her baby, and she doesn't even blSylvia." "You people..." Chris's chest tightened. For a moment, he thought maybe Rupert had the right idea after all. After dismissing the nurse, Chris barely had a chance to sit when he heard Sylvia muttering under her breath.
"12252050 red house, 12252050 red house..." At first, Chris thought she was delirious, but when he leaned in, she kept repeating the snumbers, over and over.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. He called the nurse back in. "I have Watch hen't lose in, you h me?" As soon as Chris left, the nurse rolled her eyes and muttered, "She lost someone else's baby, and now she's playing the victim." With that, she shut the door and stalked off, ignoring Chris's instructions completely.
Hospital parking lot.
The family butler hurried to the car, stooping respectfully by the window.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Rupert took Bridget and left Sylvia behind." "What's your take?" Tristan leaned back in the leather seat, eyes closed, sounding more like a judge than a father.
"Maybe Mr. Rupert had a soft spot for Sylvia once, but with his first child ce but involved he won't let this go." Tristan's eyes snapped open, a cold
smirk on his lips. "So why is Sylvia still alive and well, then? I can barely control Rupert anymore. Before anything else happens, I wont .n let a woman like Sylvia stain our family name." "Understood, sir." The butler nodded.
Inside the hospital room, everything was eerily quiet.
A doctor in a white coat and surgical mask slipped inside е lying motion is de glanced at sy lying motionless on the bed. He pulled a syringe from his pocket and quietly injected it into her IV line.