Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 192

As expected, the little troublemaker, Sylvia, couldn't afford any suffering.

Patric shook his head and sighed, vowing to never mess with this little ancestor again.

On the other end of the phone, Chris was oblivious to the fact that he had fallen into a trap. “I heard from Patric

that you have been collecting evidence on the Evans family lately. | happened to take a look at a file and will

have Patric fax it to your work computer tomorrow.” he said.

Sylvia chuckled inwardly. Did he really think she had the tto “happened to take a look” things over? She had

planned to wait until after she was punished to bring this up. So, does this count as a slap and a sweet date? It

felt a little uncomfortable to think about, but she considered it payback for her brother's broken promise.

Not bad at all! And there was no reason not to have the evidence delivered right to her door. Sylvia sweetly

replied, blowing off Chris's empty promises before finally ending the call.

Due to Edgar being in the hospital, it was quite late by the tSylvia finished kneeling. She casually tidied up a

room and let Patric spend the night at Cloud View Villa.

The next morning, Sylvia went to work as usual. The evidence that Chris had promised was quickly sent to her

via fax. She typed it out and carefully reviewed its contents. True to form, her big brother was

efficient.

The evidence was detailed enough to ensure that Jade would spend the rest of his life behind bars. Tomorrow,

she would bring doomsday upon the Evans family.

She called May for a meeting, and before she knew it, she was busy until the afternoon. Thinking about Edgar

still recovering from his injuries in the hospital, she pondered for a moment before calling Fifteen and instructing

him to find something small.

When it was tto leave work, Sylvia packed up and headed back to Cloud View Villa. Upon arriving, she

unexpectedly ran into Eleven?! She frowned and asked, “Why are you back? Weren't you supposed to be

guarding the hospital?”

Eleven explained, “Mr. Fallen said he didn’t want to stay in the hospital.”

“He was discharged so soon?” Sylvia fell silent for a moment. She had originally planned to visit him at the

hospital that night. Now that they were all back, it seemed like their injuries had almost healed.

She took a step forward and was about to enter when Eleven leaned closer and whispered, “Miss, | think

something's off with Mr. Fallen this time.”

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“So, you think so too?” It appeared that he was truly acting strangely. Sylvia furrowed her brows, her gaze

deepening.

Eleven nodded. “As soon as Mr. Fallen returned, he went straight into his room and hasn't cout since.

“Alright, I understand.” With a solemn expression, Sylvia walked directly into the villa and made her way to the

second floor. Edgar's room door was closed but unlocked. Sylvia pushed it open and entered. The bed was

empty, without a single indentation.

Edgar was quietly lying on a reclining chair by the window, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Though it was late

autumn and the sun’s warmth was absent, it cast a faint halo, accentuating his handsand perfect profile,

making his face appear as cold and god-like as ever.

However, as Sylvia got closer, she noticed that his thin lips were dry and dark, his face was deathly pale, devoid

of any trace of color, and he seemed terribly sick. “Don’t lie on your back. It'll hurt your back,” she

said.

Edgar was lost in the beauty of the sunset and didn’t notice her until she approached him.

“You're back,” he said, quickly getting up from the reclining chair. “I got distracted and lost track of time. Are you

hungry? I'll cook something now.”

“No need. If you're not feeling well, take the day off and rest,” Sylvia said, holding his shoulder gently and

guiding him back to sit down.

As she touched him, she realized his body was unnaturally cold, devoid of any warmth. Sylvia furrowed her

brows. “Why are you so cold? Your face looks terrible. Is your back injury still painful?”

Edgar forced a smile and reassured her, “The pain is gone. It's just because I've been lying down for so long that

my hands and feet are cold. But I'm fine. I'll rest for a couple of days now that I'm back.”

Sylvia didn’t believe him for a moment. His voice sounded weak, and his eyelashes trembled occasionally. Why

did he always seem like he was hiding something?

“Sit down. Letcheck your injury,” she said, ready to remove his suit jacket.

But Edgar clutched the collar tightly, refusing to let go. “The injury is really fine. It's almost healed, and it’s all

bandaged up. Even if you take off my clothes, you won't see anything.”

Sylvia reluctantly let go, feeling frustrated. Edgar's body slumped slightly as he lost support, but he quickly

propped himself up with his hands on the reclining chair.

Noticing Sylvia's gaze fixed on him, a lazy smile tugged at the corner of his pale lips. “It's rare to see you caring

aboutso much,” he remarked.

Sylvia rolled her eyes at him. But considering that he had indeed saved her this time, she resisted the

urge to mock him and put on a serious expression.

“You know, | don’t like owing favors. You saved me, so I'll grant you a request. What do you want?” she asked.

“Anything?” Edgar raised his head slightly, his black eyes glimmering with a hint of excitement.

Sylvia clarified, “Except for remarriage and romantic requests, I'll do my best to fulfill any other reasonable

requests.”

Edgar chuckled. She knew he only wanted one thing. Well, he didn’t have much tleft anyway.

“Alright then, stand still,” Edgar said. Sylvia nodded and assumed a steady posture.

Edgar let go of the reclining chair, sat up straight, and boldly wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her

into a warm embrace. His entire body was cold, but this hug brought warmth to his heart.

“Is that it?” Sylvia was taken aback. Was his request really that simple?

“Mmm*“” Edgar murmured. Sylvia remained motionless, standing stiff as he obediently rested his head on her

stomach and held her tightly.

After standing quietly for a while, Sylvia suddenly realized her hands were hanging awkwardly. Since it was his

request, it wouldn't be right not to hug him back.

She subconsciously reached out towards his back, intending to give him a reciprocal “fake hug.” However, her

hand paused mid-air, remembering his back injury. Her fingers stiffened for a moment before she gently touched

his head instead.

His short, dark black hair felt neat and smooth, soft to the touch. Sylvia's fingers lingered, unable to stop.

Edgar furrowed his brow. Why did it feel like Sylvia was petting a dog? He was starting to grow tired of being in

Sylvia's embrace, but he didn’t want to let go. After realizing this contradiction, he released his

hold on her and smirked.

“Okay, my request has been fulfilled. You don’t oweanything,” he declared.

Sylvia withdrew her hand, which had been affectionately stroking his head. After a moment of contemplation,

she took out a delicate black and gold gift box from her coat pocket and handed it to him.

“This is the gift | want to give you,” she said.

Edgar looked at her with suspicion, wondering if she had given him an opportunity to make a request just to test

his intentions. Did she want to see if his request would be greedy or excessive?

Taking the gift box from Sylvia, he hesitantly opened it, his fingertips trembling slightly. Inside was a

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small vial containing an injection, similar in size to the special medicine he had been injected with before.

“What is this?” he asked, furrowing his brow as he looked at her with complicated eyes.

Sylvia explained calmly, “It’s the antidote for the special medicine | gave you earlier, the 023 Dispensing

Medicine. It won't cause any pain. After you take the injection, your body will soon return to normal.”

Edgar bit his lower lip, a mixture of emotions welling up inside him. He forced himself to inhale deeply before

asking, “Why” what's the meaning of this? Didn't we agree that our employment agreement wouldn't be

terminated until the designated period ended? Are you trying to sever ties with me

completely?”