Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 403

“How did you know about my mom’s symptoms?” Sylvia pressed, her voice edged with suspicion.

Chris hesitated, words caught in his throat. He quickly turned away. “I scheduled a CAT scan. We need to hurry.”

Sensing the urgency, Sylvia took the wheelchair from the driver and pushed her mom, Naomi, forward.

Naomi tilted her head slightly. “It was Rupert. He saw something was off with me at the church, so he made up an excuse for me to leave early. He’s the one who got Dr. Chris involved, too. Don’t get all riled up just because we mention him.”

“I’m not,” Sylvia snapped back defensively.

Naomi just gave her a look—one of those classic “you’re so stubborn” mom glances.

Outside the imaging room, Chris scribbled something on a little card and handed it to Sylvia.

“I can’t go in with you. Here’s your number—you’re up next. Just show this to the nurse.”

“Thanks.”

Sylvia glanced at the card. The number looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.

Just then, the door swung open, and Sylvia hurriedly wheeled Naomi inside.

After the scan, Christine led them to see the department head. The diagnosis was a simple muscle strain, so Naomi was sent off for some physical therapy.

While Naomi was in therapy, Sylvia lingered in the hallway beside Chris, studying him.

“So, where’s Caleb Lennon?” she asked pointedly.

Chris looked away, his expression stiff. “He… hasn’t come back yet.”

Sylvia’s lips curled in a sardonic smile. “Guess Rupert’s quite the hero, huh?”

Chris felt guilty enough about the whole mess; now, he just wanted to clear the air.

Sylvia opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself. Even if it was all Bridget’s scheme… so what? It didn’t change the fact that Rupert let Stella die for Bridget’s sake.

Chris faltered, caught off guard. “I… guess you’ve got a point.”

He let out a deep breath, at a loss for words.

Just then, Naomi finished her therapy session.

As Sylvia put her phone away, her sleeve brushed against something in her bag, and a slip of paper fluttered to the floor.

“Hey, you dropped something,” Chris called after her.