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Eventually, she just gave up, opened her eyes, and stared blankly at the stark white ceiling above her.
She had no idea how much thad passed before Chris cin, quietly pushing open the door.
"You're awake? Still feeling sick anywhere?"
"I'm okay." Sylvia propped herself up, shaking her head.
Chris pressed his lips together, looking worried. “Do you remember what happened?"
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Chris's expression froze. He started to explain, "No, actually, he—"
But Sylvia cut him off. "Dr. Chris, do you remember what I told you at the bar that night? Letsay it again: I'd
rather go down with the ship than let him show up as my knight in shining armor after the fact."
Chris hesitated. "You have no idea what he "
He never finished. The door slammed open, hard, stopping Chris mid-sentence.
A crowd stormed in without so much as a knock.
Leading the pack was none other than Tristan Garcia.
Behind him stood several Garcia family elders, stony-faced and stiff, and Kay— who looked ready for a fight.
Chris, ever the professional, stepped forward politely, trying to shield Sylvia. "Tristan, Ms. Winslet, my patient
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Tristan didn't even reply. He just gave Kay a sharp look.
Armed with backup, Kay shoved past Chris and strode to Sylvia's bedside, casting her a withering sideways
glance.
"Sylvia, did you really think hiding your mom away would just fix everything?"
"Ms. Winslet, | honestly have no idea what you're talking about."
Sylvia's face was all innocence. Even with a room full of hostile eyes, she calmly brushed imaginary crumbs from
her blanket.
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With that, Kay pulled a stack of photos from her purse and tossed them onto the bed.
Sof them fluttered to the floor, revealing shots of Naomi in bed with a much younger man-clear as day for
all to see.
The Garcia family elders, traditional to the core, immediately hardened their expressions. Even their glances at
Sylvia were dripping with disgust.
Kay twisted the knife. "I hear these guys are trained to seduce rich ladies. Who knows how many people he's
been with? God forbid he's carrying something."
Sylvia snorted. "Wow, Ms. Winslet, you seem to know a whole lot about this line of work. Anyone might think
you've had sexperience yourself."
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Kay's voice was icy, her sharp eyes glinting with threat.
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Sylvia stared Tristan down, but she caught Kay's smirk out of the corner of her eye.
It was obvious they hadn't chere unprepared.
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