Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

"I only care about the results," Rupert's tone was firm, as if he were addressing an employee. "Do I need to teach you how to handle this?"

Bridget's joy hadn't faded from her face, but fear began to simmer in her eyes. She nodded dumbly. "I...I understand. I'll apologize and make amends." "Good."

With that, Rupert turned and left. Bridget's knees buckled, sending her staggering backward, but Miriam caught her just in time.

"Bridget, you can't mess this up. Rupert hasn't cut ties - there's still a chance."

"He hasn't cut ties, but he's becoming more indifferent toward me."

"So what? As long as he agrees to marry you, you'll officially be in a position to deal with his other women. Then Sylvia will have nowhere to turn!" Miriam, clutching her bleeding neck, seethed with anger. Bridget scoffed, "Sylvia. We'll see about that."

...

Back at the house.

Naomi quickly ordered a pot of coffee and downed half of it in an attempt to calm her nerves.

"That scared me to death," she said, playfully scolded Sylvia. "Sweetie, why did you cause such a commotion without consulting me first?"

"You can't keep a secret to save your life; that's why I didn't tell you." Sylvia retorted, sipping her coffee.

Naomi clicked her tongue but wasn't truly offended. Edwin, sitting next to Naomi, was also worried for Sylvia. "Sylvia, this is too risky. What if the Simpson family spreads rumors about you being mentally unstable? This could affect the rest of your life."

"They wouldn't dare. If they spread it, people will demand evidence and reasons, which would implicate Tristan. Do you think they'd risk that?" Sylvia countered.

Edwin nodded in agreement. Naomi, however, was still worried. "You're leveraging Tristan, and we don't know how he'll react."

Sylvia reassured her. "Don't worry. Not only will Tristan not be angry, but he'll start treating you both even better."

Naomi withdrew her hand, laughing off the concern. Despite being a daughter-in-law who had done no wrong, she knew Tristan had never favored her.

As they were discussing, the butler arrived with a delivery. "Mr. Edwin, Mrs. Naomi, sir sent me to deliver some things."

Surprised, Naomi and Edwin quickly got up to welcome the arrival. They couldn't stop smiling at the sight of the gifts being brought in.

"The Simpson family called, saying they would like to apologize in person soon," the butler respectfully informed.

Holding an emerald necklace worth millions, Naomi's pride was evident. "Well, I'd better prepare for their visit."

After confirming the items with them, the butler left.

Naomi wrapped her arms around Edwin. "Honey, it seems your dad still remembers you."

Edwin nodded, his expression softening.

Sylvia, however, felt uneasy at their lack of wariness. She knew she couldn't always rely on dramatic

gestures to win their battles. Then et

thought of any harm coming to them unsettled her, prompting her to approach Edwin.

"Edwin, maybe you should keep your distance from Rupert." "Why's that?"

"I was thinking of calling the police, but he stopped me. After how I Bridget at dinner, I'm

he might take it out on yo

Sylvia subtly hinted that Rupert would do anything for Bridget.

To her surprise, Edwin laughed it off. "Sylvia, you've got it all wrong. It was me who asked Rupert to stop you from calling the police."