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!”

words for me before

for a moment.

pressed her lips tightly, her gaze downcast, and a sense of loss

“It’s all my fault, Miss. Hit

“Leave.”

“Miss“”

“Fuck off.”

realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and reluctantly left her

Chapter 214

window was open, and a cold breeze permeated the room. Sylvia felt a

but in her mind, she could only see Edgar’s handsome face, his expression of feigned innocence and

he had always been distant and indifferent.

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

retrieved a sealed box that had been sitting on

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

cut off a significant part of Edgar from herself. Her knuckles turned white

wasn’t a single photo of the man she had been married

clicked to play it.

the phone, “I promise that after this year’s employment contract expires, I will vanish from your

end of the bed, her strength waning as she slid to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. Before even a year had passed, he had disappeared without a trace. She hadn’t even had the chance to bid him

night stretched on endlessly, Sylvia stayed up, her gaze fixated on the window. Her eyes were dry,

*Knock, knock.*

was a knock on the

composed herself as she asked as calmly as

Fifteen standing outside.

the old mansion. The date for Mr. Fallen’s burial has been

furrowed her brow.

November fourth?

three days away so

Yvonne in organizing Edgar’s funeral. Upon Patric’s return to Frant City, he

unease. Understanding that his sister couldn’t accept this outcome, he took the initiative to help her and alleviate her

Edgar’s death, and those within the influential circles refrained from discussing it. They let him rest

days, the weather in Frant City had been dismal. Rain fell persistently, and the biting wind seemed capable of freezing anyone in its

path

thunder rumbled, casting a gloomy atmosphere

in darkness.