Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 137

As Sylvia listened to the low roar from inside, her palms clenched tighter and tighter.

But when she looked at Eleven, her expression remained icy cold without a hint of warmth. “Do you think I’ve gone too far?”

Eleven immediately knelt down. “That’s not what I meant, Miss. It’s only fair for you to return the pain after the medicine you took last night. But I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Fallen.”

Hearing his words, Sylvia felt a little relieved herself.

After some thought, she looked at Seventeen. “Go to the old house and bring Yvonne here. Move quickly.”

“Yes, Miss.” Seventeen quickly set off.

The remaining people stood by the door of the basement, listening to the increasingly intense low roars and struggles, on the brink of despair. Even the tall and burly bodyguards could hardly bear it, feeling that it was a cruel torture for their ears as well.

Another ten minutes passed, and Sylvia finally gave an order.

“Open the door and bring a bucket of ice water from the refrigerator to help cool him down.”

The bodyguards were initially taken aback, but they obediently followed Sylvia’s instructions and fetched

some ice cubes and a bucket of water to mix.

Creak.

The door to the basement opened, and a faint light seeped in, elongating the shadow of Edgar in the middle. Edgar lay curled up on the floor, resembling a baby in its mother’s womb.

The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, his hair dampened by perspiration, hanging over his forehead, like a wounded and helpless large dog. In this past hour, he had struggled to the point of exhaustion. His body was trembling violently and his face was frighteningly red.

Feeling the glaring light on his eyelids, he struggled to lift his eyes. In the blur, he saw a slender and familiar figure against the backlight.

Almost without thinking, he trembled and reached out his hand, his eyes filled with longing as he uttered hoarsely, “Sylvia… I… I feel… so… uncomfortable…”

He felt sorry for causing her so much discomfort from the drug last night. Today, he had returned it to her. Would she feel a little better in her heart?

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of the disgust she felt towards him?

stubbornly wanting to touch that figure. It seemed so close, as if he could reach out and touch it with a single hand. But it also

the two

Sylvia’s expression, but he could sense the coldness emanating from her. That intense coldness made his

medicine.

him from

gaze had never left her. Her pupils trembled slightly, but she didn’t say a word. And Edgar continued to wait, waiting for even a single word of compassion

pouring the mixed ice and water over his head.

originally feverish body couldn’t bear the sudden and drastic temperature difference. The bucket of freezing water drenched him to the

told you to pour it directly on

the armrest

what Miss originally

trembled, and the remaining half–bucket of water accidentally

in the basement, as if his lungs were

was infuriated by Eighteen’s incompetence. Just as she was about to get up and check on Edgar’s condition, a woman’s scream suddenly came from

My

armrest, loosened. She sat back steadily in her chair, her

the old

She pretended to be pitiful

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she saw her son in the basement, barely clinging to life after being tortured, Yvonne contour care less about pretending to be lame. She stepped on her casted ley and ran to him as fast as the could

the doctor? Go find a doctor! My son is dying! He can’t die, he can’t

front of Sylvia, disregarding her image. “Sylvia, I beg you! Save him, he hasn’t done anything wrong, Why are you treating him like this? They say a hundred days

hundred days of kindness for a

the years I’ve been married into the Fallen family, I haven’t felt even the slightest bit of kindness. They also say that a daughter–in–law is like a half daughter, but you not only didn’t treat me as a daughter, you even said that I’m not even as good as your pet dog. Now that you see your most beloved son being tormented by

seconds, then suddenly burst into despairing sobs.

uncomfortable that my heart is suffocating. It’s all my fault, I was mean to you, but my son is innocent. Please save him, Sylvía! I’m

“I can’t save him, only

stopped crying and stared blankly for a few

Edgar ended up like this is because he put something you gave him into my coffee, and

you…”

finish, Yvonne hastily shouted, “No! It’s not true! It has nothing to do with him! I suggested it to him, but he rejected me. I secretly gave

Is that

and looked down at her condescendingly. She asked, “Then who

and didn’t answer,

you can think of is to make the best of a bad situation. The person who instigated you to cause so much trouble wants to sit back and watch the show. You’ve been used, and you

never been scolded like this before, but this time, she felt that Sylvia was

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