Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 129

Bart sensed the surest tone in his words and ded

“Mr. Fallen. I’m sorry.”

Edgat responded with a subdued “Hmm and positioned himself against the wall, placing his hands on it for support. Just as he settled in, a whip like cane while through the air. It mercilessly landed on his

straightened back with a sharp crack.

“Ah…”

Edgar denched his teeth, his hands involuntarily forming tight fists.

Before he could recover from the pain inflicted by the first strike, the second and third blows followed. relentlessly pounding his back without allowing him a moment to catch his breath.

The pain was excruciating. Due to the special drug he was injected with, his constitution weakened and his skin became more fragile, while the sensation of pain intensified.

Originally, the 023 drug was used to torment captured criminals who committed grave offenses. Once injected, they became powerless to resist, experiencing heightened pain during interrogation, subjecting

both their bodies and minds to extreme torment.

Never did he imagine that one day this modified version of the 023 drug would be used to torment him. It

was ironic, to say the least.

“Crack!”

The sharp pain from the cane striking his back brought his thoughts back to the present. After only twenty or so lashes, his white shirt was stained with patches of red and purple.

He gritted his teeth, refusing to emit even a hint of humiliating screams. His lower lip was marked with a row of bloodstains from biting too hard, and cold sweat formed on his forehead as veins bulged on his

arms.

As the beating reached forty lashes, Edgar’s arms supporting the wall began to uncontrollably tremble. By the time it reached seventy lashes, his back was nearly numb from the pain. Due to his more fragile skin, several areas on his back were stripped of flesh, and his white shirt bore scattered bloodstains.

He started feeling dizzy; his head was heavy, and his legs, once slender and straight, began to trei uncontrollably.

Bart watched from the side, unable to help but marvel at the ingenuity of their Third Young Master’s

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the injuries were concentrated on the Bark, thong hins wall normally anut meest the evidence

he pondered, Rait suddenly heard a “had” sound Edgar Rait collapses onto the dier, knocked unconscious by the

what should

glanced at Edgar, who lay pallid on the ground, and asked, “How many lashes

“Ninety.”

twice, unexpectedly admiring the

man.” After a moment of thought, he added. “You two didn’t go easy,

of them shook their heads in haste. “You know how strong we are. Besides,

lashes?

silent, lowering his head to reassess Edgar lying on the ground. His face was devoid of color, as pale as paper, but his lips were stained with bright red blood. Despite his pitiful appearance, his distinct and handsome features didn’t make him appear ugly. Instead, they exuded a unique sense of fragile beauty.

but sincerely sigh. The creator

by her side. He looked pleasing to the eyes, at the very

“Bart?”

still holding the cane called out to Bart in a state of

water and continue, he’ll probably faint after just a few more lashes. Our Third Young Master emphasized swift

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the instructions from the Third Young Master…”

will personally inform him of the situation,” Bart replied. The group prepared to return to

residence.

leaving, Bart called out Seventeen and Eighteen, who had remained

did you two

living room due to exhaustion from household chores. We didn’t

nodded in satisfaction. “If Miss asks, stick to that story. If she

“Understood.”

group departed. Seventeen and Eighteen returned to their posts without paying any attention to the man who had fainted in the living room. Their Miss was the apple of the young masters‘ eyes. Anyone

cold

remained in a dazed state, repeatedly jolted awake by pain, only to faint again.

he endured endless

met someone

was brought out by police, Eric was

short time she had been inside, she had aged significantly. A third of her hair had

had deteriorated, and she resembled a madwoman. It seemed like she had a rough time during her imprisonment, as evident from the bruises on

seeing him, Nancy was on the verge