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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some of the disgust she felt towards

as if he could reach out

two of them.

her. That intense coldness made his heart

medicine.

quietly watched him from a distance,

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 from her.

mixed

drastic temperature difference. The bucket of freezing water drenched him to the bone, causing him

told you to pour it

the

Wasn’t that what Miss

and the remaining half–bucket of water accidentally poured all at once on Edgar. The immense impact

as if his lungs were about to be coughed up, sounding

she was about to get up

My Edgar!”

been tightly gripping the armrest, loosened. She sat back steadily in her

of the old mansion with a cast on her leg.

She pretended to be

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to be lame. She stepped on her casted ley and ran to him as fast as the could She threw herself down beside Edgar, feeling her son’s body devoid of any

My son is dying! He can’t die, he can’t

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 day of

all 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

two seconds, then suddenly

terrible! I’m so uncomfortable that my heart is suffocating. It’s all my fault, I was mean to you, but my son is innocent.

her helplessness. “I can’t save him, only you can save

stared blankly for a few seconds.

like this is because he put something you

you…”

It has nothing to do with him! I suggested it to him, but he rejected me. I

that so?”

stood up, walked up to Yvonne, and looked down at her condescendingly. She asked, “Then who gave

and

the most 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

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

for alle My