Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 215

Chapter 215

The rain poured heavily, and Mrs. Fallen was accompanied by bodyguards holding an umbrella. She walked to the side alone, clutching the letter in her hands. Hidden from everyone’s sight, a look of shock appeared on her face. She tightly clenched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few moments of inner struggle, she composed herself and put the envelope away before returning to Edgar’s tomb.

“Mom, what did Brother say?” Mia asked, concerned, but Mrs. Fallen seemed lost, ignoring her daughter as if she couldn’t hear the question.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did he say to you?” Mia reached out to grab the envelope from her hand, but Mrs. Fallen evaded her, finding it strange that her daughter wanted to take the letter.

In a rush, Mrs. Fallen, in front of everyone’s eyes, tore open the letter, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it. Shocked, everyone watched as she took such an extreme action.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Mrs. Fallen, you!”

The onlookers were stunned by her actions, unable to comprehend them. Mrs. Fallen didn’t provide an explanation, but instead hurried into the rain and embraced Edgar’s cold tombstone, crying out, “Son! My son, you were still so young“”

She wailed until her voice became hoarse, and the grief on her face touched the hearts of all who witnessed it. As a wealthy wife, Mrs. Fallen had always carried herself with nobility, and this was the first time she had cried while clutching a tombstone in front of so many people. Yet no one deemed her behavior inappropriate. Her actions, including swallowing the letter she had just read, were understandable in the face of losing the most promising child of the Fallen family.

From a distance, Sylvia watched, her eyes red but devoid of tears, her expression numb. Unseen by anyone, she dug her fingertips into Patric’s suit, suppressing the pain as if her heart had grown numb.

In the cemetery, with Mia’s persuasion, Mrs. Fallen’s emotions gradually calmed down, saving her from the brink of fainting due to her intense crying. The funeral finally came to an end, and one by one, business partners, relatives, and friends departed with heavy hearts. Some mourned the loss of a business genius at such a young age, while others felt sorrow for the two women left behind in the Fallen family. Mr. Fallen’s gaze lingered on them.

After everyone had left, Mia supported Mrs. Fallen out of the cemetery. Looking up, she noticed Sylvia standing under a nearby tree. Anger burned within her as she blamed her, “It’s all because of you! You’re the one who caused harm to my brother! If it weren’t for you, how could he have died? How do you still have the audacity to show your face here?”

Sylvia offered no defense and lowered her gaze. Patric’s expression turned cold. “Watch your words. She is unaware of the truth, and it was your brother’s decision.”

“You don’t know?”

as she glared at Sylvia. “Is it enough that she doesn’t know? My brother gave up his life for her! But look at her, she hasn’t shed

“Enough!”

mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the murderer who killed our brother! Why are you defending her? Don’t you

down, not uttering a single word in her defense, Mrs. Fallen, with tear–streaked cheeks, slowly approached Sylvia

was stunned. “Mom, do you even realize what you’re

looked at Sylvia with a solemn expression and spoke, “I apologize for my daughter’s words. She’s overwhelmed with grief and doesn’t know what

in attitude. Mrs. Fallen had always treated her with disdain, so this sudden shift in behavior perplexed

am responsible for his death, so you must hate me, don’t

forced a bitter smile, wiping them away. “Mr. Fallen was

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for a lie. My co

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loved you deeply. I respect

pain and a slight tingling in her nose. She tightly clenched her

it to Sylvia. “He asked for this letter to be given to you alone.

it.”

the envelope. Mrs. Fallen added, “For now, put it aside. When you go back, find a quiet moment to

each other and left the cemetery. Sylvia carefully placed the letter in her bag. Once all the mourners had departed, she stepped back into the cemetery

the indifferent yet handsome face captured in the picture. It was

searched her phone and the Cloud View Villa, but not a single photo of him could be found. Tenderly, she wiped away the

act like a spoiled child again. Holding back her tears, she painstakingly removed every

pang of heartache. “Girl, it’s pouring rain.