NovelEnglishChapter 296 Sylvia had no idea how long she'd been standing there until her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Naomi.
"Mom." "Sylvia, why on earth did Tristan say I should take you to the hospital? What's happening?" Naomi's voice was laced with worry.
Staring up at the stark white ceiling, Sylvia understood exactly what Tristan was up to.
With a hint of exhaustion, she replied, "Mom, it's nothing. Just wait forat the hospital." "Alright." After hanging up, Sylvia saw Eloise approaching from the other end of the hallway.
"What's everyone standing around for? Get to the meeting already!" Not wanting to stir up trouble, everyone quickly shuffled into the conference room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSylvia approached Eloise with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Ms. Eloise. I need to take the day off." "Go on, handle what you need to." Eloise didn't reprimand her. Instead, she glanced at Sylvia's neck and offered her a scarf. "Cover it up." Sylvia looked down and realized that Bridget had pulled her scarf loose, revealing the fading marks of a passionate night. No wonder her colleagues had been giving her those odd looks.
But was it really her fault? She touched her neck, then the scarf, feeling a mix of frustration and defiance.
Finally, she yanked the scarf off, tying her hair up in a high ponytail, exposing the marks completely.
"Ms. Eloise, it's fine. We're all adults here. No need for melo." Eloise paused, a glimmer of respect in her eyes, but she didn't take back the scarf. Instead, she tied it around Sylvia's ponytail.
"It looks good like that." "Thanks. I'll be off then." With that, Sylvia turned and left.
Eloise watched her go, pulling out her phone to send a quick message.
At the hospital, Sylvia found the room number Naomi had texted her. Just as she raised her hand to knock, she heard Bridget's whining voice through the door.
"Tristan, please don't be mad. It's my fault for getting hurt at such a critical time." What critical time? Sylvia thought sarcastically. Probably the engagement they'd been hinting at online. Getting injured certainly put a damper on that.
Bridget's sobs continued. "I shouldn't have said anything to upset Sylvia, but I didn't expect her to be so bold in private. I had to warn her." Inside, Tristan's authoritative voice cut through the air, dripping with anger.
"Bad at the core, and now openly causing trouble! People will think the Garcia family raised her this way." The implication was clear: Naomi hadn't done her job in raising Sylvia right.
Sylvia had heard enough. She shoved the door open with a bang, startling everyone inside. Even Bridget forgot to cry for a moment.
Seeing Sylvia standing there, looking unapologetically herself, left everyone momentarily speechless.
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She strode over to Naomi, her voice icy. "Tristan, even in court both sides in court! get to speak. When did one-sided E stories becthe whole truth?" "You..." Tristan was taken aback by Sylvia's public defiance.
Sylvia lifted her chin, making sure the marks on her neck were visible. With a smirk, she said, "Ms Simpson m seems very interested in the marks on my neck. Well, here's your fill. Since when did minding you own business becso noble?" Bridget was momentarily speechless, her anger rendering her mute.
Finally, she resorted to tears once more. "I'm sorry, Sylvia. I shouldn't have cared so much about you." Feigning distress, Bridget clutched her head, "accidentally" pulling her bandage loose, revealing a slightly bleeding wound.
Tristan, seeing this, slammed his hand on the table, his sharp eyes boring into Sylvia.
"Is that how you talk to your elders?" The weight of his words was unmistakable. It was as good as confirming that Bridget was about to join the family.
Bridget's embarrassed expression
quickly turned to one of delight as she gently advised, "Tristan, it's m nothing. We're all family here. No need to get so upset. Take care of yourself."
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