Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 214

Reason abandoned her time and time again. Sylvia stared at the blue and white porcelain urn in her hands, unable to control the tremors coursing through her fingers.

She handed the urn back to Eric, her lips still pressed together as she sneered and shook her head. “I refuse to believe it. If you have the power, let him come and tell me in person!”

“Miss Sylvia“” Eric began.

“Get out!” Sylvia erupted, taking a step back and slamming the door shut, shutting everyone outside.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure and find her sanity amidst the chaos. As she sat on the sofa, her eyes landed on a pile of post–it notes she had recently taken down.

She picked one up and examined it closely once more. She remembered the day when he had embraced her tightly before getting into the car. At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention, but now she realized his eyes had been slightly red”

Did he know this day would come? Long before she left Frant City, was he already prepared for their final meeting?

But”

She had not seen his body.

She refused to believe it. The reason Nineteen was absent from the Cloud View Villa was because he had followed Eric and the others to the crematorium and had just returned.

When he entered Sylvia’s presence, a lingering sadness clung to his face.

Sylvia sat on the sofa, devoid of grief or tears, her demeanor strangely indifferent.

As Nineteen approached her, she suddenly stood up and slapped him across the face.

“Um“” Nineteen was caught off guard and stumbled backward.

He didn’t dare wipe the fresh mark on his cheek. Instead, he endured the metallic taste in his mouth and obediently stood, facing Sylvia’s wrath.

“If this can bring you some comfort, Miss, go ahead and hit me. Blame me for Mr. Fallen’s death. I’m drowning in guilt! I’ll feel better if I die by your hands.”

Sylvia stared at him, noticing the profound sadness in his tears. She slowly retracted her hand and sat back on the sofa.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice subdued.

“I was actually sent there to monitor you, Miss. But I couldn’t bring myself to do anything against you. They wouldn’t let me go. Three days ago, they gave me an ultimatum. The warehouse” Mr. Fallen found out, and he told me not to tell you. He said he would go in your place.”

As Nineteen continued, his crying escalated until he could no longer hold back. “I never expected he would never return. Miss, I’m so sorry!”

last words for me before this

pondered for a moment. “No.”

downcast, and a sense of

Miss. Hit me!

“Leave.”

“Miss“”

“Fuck off.”

her otherwise and

Chapter 214

a cold breeze permeated the room. Sylvia felt a

coffee table, but in her mind, she could

he had always been distant

now, she couldn’t remember anything else except his pitiful expression. What had

Sylvia hurriedly went to the third floor and retrieved a sealed box that had been sitting on top of a cabinet in her room.

wedding photo! It should be here!” she exclaimed, frantically searching through the belongings on the floor. Finally, she found the wedding photo hidden beneath the box.

had decided to seek revenge on the Fallen family, she had cut off a significant part of Edgar from herself. Her knuckles

dismay, she discovered that there wasn’t a single photo of the man she had been married to for three years and loved for six years. All

to

yet deep voice resonated from the phone, “I promise that after this year’s employment contract expires, I will vanish from

to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. Before even a year had passed, he

stayed up, her gaze fixated on the window. Her eyes were dry,

*Knock, knock.*

a knock

her tears and composed herself as she asked as calmly as

Fifteen

mansion. The date for Mr. Fallen’s

furrowed her

November fourth?

three days away so soon?

funeral. Upon Patric’s return to Frant City, he had heard

immense unease. Understanding that his sister couldn’t accept this outcome, he took the initiative

Edgar’s death, and those within the influential circles refrained

dismal. Rain fell persistently, and the biting wind seemed capable

path

the day of the funeral, thunder rumbled, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the city.

in darkness.