NovelEnglishChapter 89
Actually, she wasn't surprised. After all, she had lived through it all in a past life.
But facing it again, she felt her soul ache with the sold pain. She had tried choosing different paths, yet fate
and power seemed to haunt her like specters. Sylvia pulled the comforter over herself, wishing to be left alone.
Rupert left the hospital room, his face blank as he made his way to the smoking area. He pulled out a cigarette,
tapping it thoughtfully against the pack. Before he could light it, Orson approached. "I've got supdates on
the situation between Ms. Lloyd and Ms. Simpson, as you askedto look into." Then he handed over a file.
Rupert, holding his cigarette, flipped it open.
Orson reported, "Here are the designs Ms. Simpson submitted for the competition, and here are sof her
previous designs."
The styles were completely different.
Orson pointed at the submission date. "It was right after Ms. Lloyd spent the night at your place - the sday
she went to see you. Apparently, the college had been pressuring Ms. Lloyd for a submission, but she couldn't
produce anything. Her competition piece was something she had worked on tirelessly for three days straight."
The implications were clear. Sylvia had poured her heart into the competition, only to be overshadowed by
Bridget. The celebration party had nearly ended in humiliation for her. And now, she was even on the brink of
losing her sight. Orson, at a loss for words, couldn't help but admire Sylvia's resilience.
Rupert lit his cigarette. Under the dim light, the smoke turned a shade of blue-gray, twirling through the air
before dissipating. His eyes, cold and still, flickered with a faint ripple as he crushed the cigarette between his
fingers. "Orson," he said, looking at him.
"Mr. Garcia, | understand."
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Orson had been with Rupert for years and knew exactly what he meant. But still...
"Mr. Garcia, should | go explain things to Ms. Lloyd?"
"No, let's go." Rupert tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the trash and left with a chilling air.
The next morning, as Sylvia woke up, she was greeted by the delightful aroma of food.
"Mom?"
"Hey, my big girl!"
Her roommate Julia leaned in.
Sylvia pouted. "Taking advantage of me."
Helena and Billie couldn't help but laugh.
Sylvia was surprised. "How cyou're all here? Isn't it against the rules to take leave during the internship?"
Helena exclaimed, "How could we focus on work when you're like this?"
Billie tenderly offered her soatmeal, cooked in secret in their dorm. "Sylvia, don't talk, just eat. We also got
sbagels, quiches, and pancakes from the cafeteria. eat whatever you want."
Sylvia quickly looked at them. "Thank you."
Helena hesitated, then waved her hand in front of Sylvia's face - only to
be
glared at by Julia and Billie,
her awkwardly withdraw her
sw
hand.
Sylvia chuckled and was about to taste the oatmeal when a wail from the doorway interrupted her.
"Sylvia! Sylvia! How could this happen to you? How could you go blind?"
Freya burst into tears the moment she entered. To an outsider, it might seem like Sylvia was gone.
Julia retorted, "Freya, why the funeral
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"I'm just too upset. Sylvia, what did
the doctors say about your eyes? Can
you regain yoursightZ Pref sobbed,
her syeb¥iked on Sylvia's with a
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The usually naive Helena frowned at
Freya's words, countering, "What do
you mean by that? WiHads this’ can
ybu Fan sight’? Sylvia..." "We
can only hope for the best," Sylvia
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