NovelFinishChapter 216 Smack! Warren's face was sharply turned to the side by Sylvia's slap.
His expression twisted, becoming something monstrous and terrifying.
In the next instant, he grabbed Sylvia's wrist and yanked her towards him.
"Do you treat him like this too?" he demanded.
"Let go of me!" Sylvia struggled fiercely, but Warren tossed her onto the hospital bed.
The sudden movement sent papers flying from the foot of the bed to the floor. Among them, she spotted a piece of paper bearing Warren's signature.
It was as if she had uncovered a scandalous secret. Ignoring her physical pain, she snatched up the paper and examined it closely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Is this your signature?" Sylvia pointed at the n"Garcia." "It is," Warren acknowledged, unconcerned as he realized it was just a hospital bill.
Sylvia realized how profoundly she had misunderstood everything.
"The dress for the competition wasn't bought by you, was it?" Warren's face tightened, and he remained silent.
"And the lawyer's letter to Bridget's fans wasn't from you either, right?" Sylvia's memories rushed back, each word tasting bitter in her mouth.
Warren tried to deflect, "Sylvia, none of this matters. You promisedthat no matter what I did wrong, you'd never hate me." "So you think it's okay to lie to me?" Sylvia waved the paper, her neck muscles taut with tension.
"Sylvia, it's because I care about you..." "Shut up! Stop usingas an excuse! It's disgusting, truly disgusting!" Sylvia crumpled the paper into a ball and hurled it at Warren's face.
He dodged, giving her the perfect chance to flee. Without a backward glance, she dashed out of the hospital room.
Behind her, Warren called her name, his voice full of desperation.
"Sylvia, Sylvia..." Sylvia ran downstairs and into the rain, her cheeks wet with tears or raindrops- she couldn't tell which.
Her phone rang three times before she snapped out of her daze and answered it.
"Sylvia, where are you?" a voice asked.
"At the hospital," Sylvia replied, her lips pale.
Naomi, recognizing who Sylvia must have seen, paused for a before speaking. "I'm at the waiting for you." "Okay." After hanging up, Sylvia took a cab to the Garcia residence.
As she stepped out, she saw Naomi standing at the gate with an , rushing towards her wit concern etched on her face.
Looking at Sylvia's bedraggled state, Naomi bit back any reprimands.
"You... Did you forget your health matters too? Couldn't you at least have used an umbrella? What if you catch a cold? You're too young to be dealing with lasting health issues!" Hearing Naomi's caring words, Sylvia couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed into her mother's arms, sobbing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mom, I'm sorry." "Mom, what's real anymore? Why is even what I see with my own eyes a lie?" "Why has everything changed?" Naomi, unsure of what Sylvia was talking about, comforted her as they headed inside.
"I don't know what's true or false, but I do know you're freezing. Let's get you inside." Sylvia allowed herself to be led.
As they passed through the garden, she noticed a figure humying towards the deepest part of the Garcia Manor.
She looked up at the imposing building at the end of the courtyard, a sense of dread Settling in her ΕΠ.
stomach. She clutched Naomi's hand. "Mom, is that Edwin?" Naomi followed her gaze and called out, "Honey, honey..." Edwin seemed to be in a rush, his steps quickening with each stride, not noticing Naomi and Sylvia at all.
Naomi frowned, puzzled. "He's heading towards the chapet. There aren't any events happening; what's he up to?" The chapel.
Sylvia's mind drifted back, recalling a scene from before.
In the past, because of issues with Stella, Tristan would often tell Rupert to wait for him at the chapel.
And then, Sylvia wouldn't see Rupert for an entire week.
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