NovelEnglish"Just you? A eunuch like you?" Rupert tossed the pistol between them, his face unreadable. "Out of respect for your old man, I'll give you one shot. Pick it up." Warren wiped blood from his mouth. "Don't you dare bring up my dad! You killed him! You think I don't have it in me?" "Oh? Who told you that? Your mom? That fake, selfish woman?" "You don't get to talk about my mom!" Before the words were out, Warren lunged for the gun. In a flash, Rupert yanked off his scarf, looped it around Warren's neck, and yanked hard. Warren's feet left the ground and he slammed onto the floor.
Rupert tightened the scarf, inch by inch.
Warren's face turned crimson as he gasped, "I touched her, you know. She's got my mark-and a few other men's, too... Hahaha... ugh..." The laughter made Sylvia look up. The sight before her slammed into her mind like a falling iron lock.
All the buried, ugly memories from her past crushing back.
The man by her hospital bed-his face finally clear. It was Rupert.
"You've been a mom once, and you didn't even know you were pregnant." "You're... not happy?" Sylvia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
His dark eyes flickered as he squeezed her hand. "Sylvia, I'm tired. Let's go." He paused, searching her face. "Okay?" "Okay." She had loved him then, so much that even when he suddenly changed, she chose to believe him.
But that snight, a group of men took her away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRupert found her in this very house, covered in blood.
When they got out, he dropped to his knees in the snow-silent, unmoving.
That day, he killed a man-one of those five-using the scarf his mother had left him.
No wonder Sylvia always thought the scarf looked familiar. She never saw it again after that day.
Of course.
Afterward, Sylvia broke down. She spent months in therapy.
She hurt Rupert, over and over, without even realizing it.
One day, she tried to end her life.
Rupert saved her. When she woke up, she remembered nothing of what had happened.
The therapist said it was for the best. No one was to ever remind her of those people or that night.
That string of numbers? It was the password to her memories.
She drifted back into that cold, distant routine with Rupert. Later, when she heard Warren was in trouble, she even blamed Rupert and begged him to let Warren go.
He looked at her with that complicated, pained gaze, but eventually, he did. He sent Warren and his mother far, far away. They'd never set foot in this country again.
The day Warren left, the sky was clear blue. He gave Sylvia a gentle smile.
Now, thinking back on it all- Sylvia finally realized how terribly wrong she'd been.
She gripped her hair, flashes of memory racing through her mind.
Tristan stood before Rupert.
"Bridget's back, and she's got your kid. If you don't claim him, that video of Sylvia goes public. The Garcia family will never accept a filthy woman like her or her bastard daughter." "...Fine." From that day on, Rupert's eyes went cold.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheir relationship shattered completely.
But in so many silent, lonely nights, he would just stand there, watching her and her little girl from the shadows.
Sylvia struggled to breathe, tears streaming down her face.
She looked at Warren, nearly unconscious, and wiped her face hard. She jumped out of bed, threw herself against Rupert, knocking him into the dresser.
Rupert glared at her, dark and dangerous.
Warren, gasping on the floor, ripped off the scarf and laughed hoarsely.
"Uncle Rupert, see that? She still chose me. She couldn't letdie... ah!"
Sylvia brought her stiletto heel down hard between his legs Then she in this legs e ground Win, twice for good measure.
"Why should Uncle Rupert have to carry the weight for a loser like you? You don't get to die. You get to live and suffer. Death's too easy for you, you damn coward."
At the door, Orson and the security team instinctively crossed their legs, winging as they glanced at Rupert.
That had to hurt.
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