NovelFastRupert said nothing. He just gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging in.
Sylvia stared him down, her body trembling. "What, cat got your tongue? Or is it just that Mr. Rupert can't even
be bothered to explain himself?"
His voice was cold. "Your mom's out of danger."
The words hit Sylvia like a punch. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, her breath coming out
ragged and harsh, like a fish flopping on dry land.
She forced out a hoarse shout, "And what does 'out of danger’ even mean to you? Are you waiting for her to die?
Is that it? Once she's gone, nobody will know what Kay did, and you'll get to sign your shiny new deal with a
clean conscience!"
"She's my mom! My only family left in this world! You really wantto just stand by while she's humiliated?"
"You can treatlike crap all you want, but she's still Mrs. Edwin! Or does all you see in people amount to dollar
signs?"
Her words echoed off the paneled walls of the private dining room, pounding in Sylvia's skull, though nothing
hurt as much as the deep ache in her chest.
She could still remember Naomi's shattered body after the car crash.
The folks at the funeral hhad told her one leg was gone. Asked if she wanted them to put on a prosthetic
before the cremation—at least let her mother leave this world with sdignity.
They didn't fit prosthetics gently on the dead the way they did for the living.
The wound couldn't be closed, so they just hammered it in with nails to keep it fixed.
Sylvia would never forget that. The memory had festered, curdling into hatred. She'd spent every day cursing
Bridget for what she'd done.
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Now, she realized it'd all been a lie.
Sylvia shoved Rupert away and turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist.
"That's all | am to you? Worthless?"
"Mr. Rupert, what else am | supposed to think? Lucky for| don't remember a
thing. Forgetting everything must be God's little gift."
"Sylvia!" He stared at her, something strange flickering in his eyes.
But to Sylvia, it didn't matter anymore.
She yanked her hand free and walked out of the room without looking back.
Moments later, Orson stepped in.
"Mr. Rupert, it's handled. Ms. Lloyd-"
"Let her go."
Rupert's breath was shaky as he reached for the whiskey bottle and drank straight from it.
Sylvia stormed out of the country club, pulled out her phone, opened an alternate account, scrolled through a
few messages, and walked away without a backward
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Nursing his bruises, he checked the messages he'd received and immediately
thought of someone.
Ignoring the pain, he limped off to find Kay.
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Kay stared at Sylvia's photo for a few seconds, then dialed a number.
"Mr. Hanson, here's your chance to prove yourself."
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