Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 130

It was 9 p.m.

Edgar was awakened by two clear bird chirps. Enduring the excruciating pain in his back, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up from the ground.

There were still important matters to attend to in the evening, and he needed to stay alert. Supporting himself with the railing, he returned to his room on the second floor and went directly into the bathroom. He turned the temperature of the shower to the hottest setting.

Because his shirt had been stained with blood on his back and he had neglected to change it for six hours while feeling dizzy, the blood from the wounds had stuck to the fabric of the shirt. If he forcibly changed his clothes, it would be like tearing off a layer of skin. Only hot water could quickly remove the shirt.

However, hot water pouring over the wounds on his back was akin to enduring a second round of torture, as if millions of series were pacing into his back. Edgar trembled in pain.

He clenched his teeth, and as the hot water washed over him, has berby was in intense pain, but his mind became increasingly clear

After rinsing for a few minutes, he changed into cheas diethen and turned off the lights. Taking advantage of the limited subdity from the hidden position of the bodyguards, he pretended to lie down on the bed and silently studied the Fatra bedding he had prepared in advance under the covers, making it appear a if he was sheepang

Then he quietly rullied no the fix of the bend from the other wahr. When his back accidentally touched the

ground, the puas caused his whole Svady to tormbär, and he felt dizay

After pausing for two monuers, he finally went out through the slightly open dot and walked to the other Toon on the side that was withas the band spot of the bodyguardy be of sight the followed the pipes next to the who do to the best foot

This position happened to be the back doer

Sensing slight movements, Tric came out and quietly expected through the iron gate, “Buss, six years ago, the Knight family had one massing heiress, but that gizi was found three years ago, and her photos can be

found online. It’s definitely not Miss Sybia. Besides that, there is no or whose tuuline matches Miss

Syria’s

Upon hearing this, Elgar’s originally pained eyes gradually unment.

Tric contard. “But I found out during my prison visit that is Sybase to the neighboring any at that time to personally being back a doctor to treat edita. After instigating with all my mubertina

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Chapter 130

Chapter 130

It was 9 p.m.

Edgar was awakened by two clear bird chirps. Enduring the excruciating pain in his back, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up from the ground.

There were still important matters to attend to in the evening, and he needed to stay alert. Supporting himself with the railing, he returned to his room on the second floor and went directly into the bathroom. He turned the temperature of the shower to the hottest setting.

Because his shirt had been stained with blood on his back and he had neglected to change it for six hours while feeling dizzy, the blood from the wounds had stuck to the fabric of the shirt. If he forcibly changed his clothes, it would be like tearing off a layer of skin. Only hot water could quickly remove the shirt.

However, hot water pouring over the wounds on his back was akin to enduring a second round of torture, as if millions of needles were piercing into his back. Edgar trembled in pain.

He clenched his teeth, and as the hot water washed over him, his body was in intense pain, but his mind became increasingly clear.

After rinsing for a few minutes, he changed into clean clothes and turned off the lights. Taking advantage of the limited visibility from the hidden position of the bodyguards, he pretended to lie down on the bed and silently stuffed the extra bedding he had prepared in advance under the covers, making it appear as if he was sleeping.

When his back accidentally

was within the blind spot of the bodyguards‘ line of sight. He followed the pipes next to the window down to the first

happened to be the back

one missing heiress, but that girl was found three years ago, and her photos can be found online. It’s definitely not Miss Sylvia. Besides that,

this, Edgar’s originally pained

that Miss Sylvia flew to the neighboring city at that time to personally bring back a

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doctor she was looking

Chad Smith?!

was stunned on

was evident. However, rumors said that he was aloof, arrogant, and taciturn, and he was a medical fanatic who had never had any

women around him.

manage to

the only sons of the Smith family’s patriarch, all had an indescribable

Sylvia! They even wholeheartedly helped her!

the Smith family, riding on their

with the Smith family

be connected to the Smith

more severe. “Investigate the Smith family! Whether it’s the branches of the Smith family or the distant relatives of the Smiths, report

timeline!”

do you remember that six years ago, it seemed like the

he could finish his sentence, car lights suddenly flashed

she suddenly come back at

of yourself! I will definitely thoroughly investigate everything!” Eric looked at him

He slipped

Sylvia had already gotten out of the

choice, Edgar reluctantly looked at the pipe on the wall that he had come down from earlie the only

vas

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her bodyguard, Bernard, as she walked, “Has he been behaving these past

replied, “Mr. Fallen tried to go out twice, but we refused, and he hasn’t asked again. He’s already in

only half past nine.

he’s really so

said while going upstairs, with Seventeen and Eighteen following behind her. The door

puzzled Sylvia, but she didn’t think much of

the door and, illuminated by the lights in the corridor, saw Edgar

Seventeen and Eighteen felt relieved when they saw that she didn’t

a halt.

she opened the door just now, it seemed like she saw that the collar of

darker…

Was he sweating?

Something was amiss!

turned back, this time decisively turning on the

bed. She walked to the side of the bed

wet, curling