Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 118

So these were all the things Sylvia had done in the past three years?

Edgar was speechless for a moment.

He knew that Yvonne was mean to his wife. Could it be that Yvonne had deliberately fired the villa’s servants and left all the housework to Sylvia alone?

At that time, every time he got off work and went home, he would see that the house was clean and the food was hot. He had never cared about the details.

Because he rejected Old Mr. Fallen who forced him to marry Sylvia, he always subconsciously chose to ignore her. When he was in a bad mood, he would even sneer at her.

Seeing that Edgar was lost in thought, Sylvia waved her hand in front of his eyes and continued.

“However, you’d better be mentally prepared. You’re going to use one year to be equivalent to my three years. What you have to do will double.”

Edgar shook his head and sneered.

“She really couldn’t bear to suffer any losses,” Edgar said to himself.

Sylvia walked in front of him and did not notice his expression. She thought of something and said, “Oh, by the way, I forgot to buy the washing machine. You have to wash and dry my clothes in the future. Some clothes are made of different materials. You have to separate them. Don’t make a mistake.”

Edgar stared at her back and mercilessly exposed her lame excuse.

“Will you buy a washing machine yourself? When I transferred the house to you, I remember that a woman named Beth White was busy changing all the furniture and appliances in the house.”

Having been exposed, Sylvia turned around and glanced at him coldly. She didn’t intend to hide it.

Yes, she deliberately sent the washing machine to the orphanage.

The children there needed a washing machine more than he did.

The two of them entered the hall without saying a word.

Sylvia touched the wall and turned on the light in an instant.

The living room was bright. The house was still the same one, but the furniture and decoration style was

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completely changed.

Sylvia went straight to the kitchen, followed by Edgar.

When they arrived at the kitchen, Sylvia took out a thick book from the locker and handed it to Edgar.

“This is the menu. From now on, you have to cook according to the dishes in the book. One meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one soup dish a day. Don’t repeat.”

and flipped

didn’t object, Sylvia checked the time. It was already 8:30 p.m., and she hadn’t had

yet.

“Let’s start cooking

If you want to

the room on the second floor.”

to study. She still had a lot of work to do in the company and

overtime.

He bent over in pain and supported himself on the table to

long time ago. It stuck to

wet the shirt with hot water, heated it with a towel for a few

Sylvia, he quickly took off his

probably have been able to wring the clothes dry. But today, because of that

choice but to put on the wet clothes again and put on his dark suit jacket. If Sylvia didn’t look carefully,

doing all this, Edgar felt exhausted.

medicine was

half an hour passed. Edgar had no choice

and saw that there were all kinds of vegetables, meat. They were all

Sylvia had planned everything for

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but no one knew

study upstairs.

sat in front of the computer

she founded had already begun, and it was a hot topic

injury. It seemed that she was not affected and soon entered the state. Her ranking had been stable in the top 15. If there was no problem, she

be developing in a good direction.

show, she called Sonia

the floor tonight. Mia made a lot of noise and scolded you,

you have the right to punish them. But there’s only one thing. Don’t let the

Miss Lancelot. Don’t

still trying to guarantee through the phone, while Sylvia suddenly smelled something burning in the

be…

in horror and rushed downstairs, only to see

away the smoke, he

you to cook. Are you going to burn

went into the kitchen, turned off

the choking smell barely dissipated.

pointed at something in the pot that was as black as charcoal and asked, “What’s this?”

honestly, “Braised

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him again and thought, “Unbelievable!”

you use? And it’s burnt. Even the recipe can’t help you. How useless

fire should be simmered for an hour

so…”