Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

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"You should be grateful-hate is the one thing my mother never taught us! | let myself be your puppet, just so

Rupert could have a decent childhood."

"| did everything you asked-married for the family, kept up appearances. But the day Mom died, you were off

fooling around with a secretary young enough to be your daughter. That was the day Edwin and | decided to give

everything back to Rupert."

His voice echoed through the old family chapel, anger bouncing off the marble and wood. Even the air in the

atrium seemed charged, as if the whole world had gone darker.

Sylvia suddenly understood-this was never a secret. It was just that, for the family's image, no one could say a

word.

She glanced at Rupert. He kept his eyes down, the candlelight flickering on the table, casting restless shadows

under his eyes.

Sylvia had never known any of this in her previous life.

He must've been so young when his mom died. How was he supposed to carry all this?

Biting her lip, she slid over to Rupert's side while no one was looking, just to check if he was okay. She reached

out, gently brushing his hand.

To her surprise, he gripped her hand back.

Sylvia froze, instinctively wanting to pull away. But when she saw he didn't even look up, she realized he was

holding on for dear life.

So she stayed, standing quietly beside him.

After a moment, she whispered awkwardly, "None of this is your fault."

Rupert still didn't look up, but she felt his hand tremble around hers.

Everyone else was focused on Patrick, so their little moment went unnoticed.

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Patrick waved his daughter over with a soft, fatherly smile. "Go say hi to Grandma, sweetheart. Tell her your

name."

The little girl nodded, stepping up to the altar. She called out, loud and clear, "Grandma, I'm Yasmin Garcia."

That was Rupert's mother's name.

Rupert finally looked up, watching the girl for a long, silent moment.

Patrick took his wife and daughter's hands, his voice steady and sure. "I've said what needed to be said. | hope

you all let us be. As far as I'm concerned, Patrick Garcia doesn't exist anymore."

With that, the three of them headed out.

Tristan, face red with rage, slammed his fist on the table. "You stop right there!"

But no one moved to stop Patrick. Not a soul tried.

Tristan clutched his chest, collapsing in a fit of anger.

The butler rushed to his side.

Rupert stood, his voice flat. "Take him to the hospital."

A couple of relatives helped Tristan out.

Then Rupert swept his gaze around the room, his presence impossible to ignore. "There's food in the dining

room. | If you want to talk, do it over dinner."

Translation: Not a single word about the Garcia family leaves this house.

Everyone exchanged uneasy looks, then filed out.

Edwin cover with a sigh. "Rupert, | hope you're not mad that | made the call, but someone had to end this."

"Con. Let's go see our big brother out."

Rupert didn't say much, just headed for the front door.

Sylvia was lost in thought when suddenly, Rupert took her hand.

She whispered as they walked, "Uncle Rupert, let go. We're still at the Garcia house. There are so many

relatives..."

Rupert replied coolly, "You weren't scared when you grabbed my hand earlier."

"| didn't grab you, I-wait, did you do that on purpose?" Sylvia glared at him.

"Yeah."

Sylvia gritted her teeth. Why did he sound so smug about it?

At the door, Patrick saw them approach and stopped with his wife and daughter.

He looked at Rupert, pride lighting up

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Rupert's lips twitched. "Don't tease."

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She peered up at him, curiosity

shining in her eyes. "I know you! We

have pictures of you and Uncle

Edwin at home. You're Uncle Rupert,

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Sylvia's face went hot. She tried to

pull her

hand away, but Rupert

wouldn't let go. Flustered, she

ered, “Uh... just callSylvia,

okay?"

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