Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 217

Eric closed his swollen eyes before continuing, “Mr. Fallen is actually from the 14th Team of the National Bureau of Investigation” Mr. Fallen, that day was an emergency order from the bureau. This kind of order would only be recalled when something really happened. After finishing the last task, I requested a three–day delay. The injuries on his body are the punishment for disobeying the order.”

The family’s civil unrest was no small matter. If not handled carefully, it could lead to the collapse of the entire structure and the risk of losing power. It was a grave situation indeed.

But for your sake, Edgar would rather face punishment than postpone it for three days.

Eric masked his distress and continued, “He received thirty lashes, to the point of vomiting blood. Eventually, the executor couldn’t bear it, so they stopped at twenty lashes.”

Sylvia looked at the blood–soaked robe in her hands, bewildered. “What kind of whip could be so severe? He suffered such injuries from just twenty lashes. Vomiting blood?!”

“It’s not an ordinary whip. It’s a black whip with golden threads, covered in tiny barbs. A mere graze draws blood. Because of his burns, Mr. Fallen was able to endure the punishment on his back. The last five lashes even struck his lower back“”

Eric’s voice trailed off, anger and distress consuming him.

Sylvia couldn’t bear to dwell on the thought. How could he endure such severe punishment with an existing wound on his back? It was no wonder he encountered trouble this time. With such injuries, he risked his life for her. He didn’t want to die.

He clutched the blood–soaked shirt tightly, his knuckles turning white, and tears threatened to spill from his eyes once again. But in front of Eric, he fought to hold them back.

Observing her anew, Sylvia knew the truth now. Although her face wore a sorrowful expression, not a single tear escaped her eyes. She realized deeply that she didn’t deserve his sacrifice.

To fall in love with such a heartless woman was a tragedy for Edgar. Eric, as his subordinate and an observer, had no right to accuse Sylvia of wrongdoing.

Eric sighed and spoke as calmly as possible, “In truth, I came here today to bid farewell to you, Miss Sylvia. I’m leaving. I’m Mr. Fallen’s subordinate, and now that he’s gone, I’ll be working under the new boss. I doubt I’ll return to Frant City again, Miss Sylvia. Please take it seriously.”

at

the door. Two steps away, he hesitated,

to like her.

you jumped off the cliff, Mr. Fallen did it under his instructions. He was unaware of it and

he risked his life to save you. He

body to ache. She bit her lower lip, leaving it stained with blood. The weight of guilt and self–blame weighed heavily upon her, drowning her in

voice was hoarse as she

suppressing the peculiar emotions in his eyes. He walked

Sylvia clutched the blood stained shirt to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. Memories flooded her mind, reminding her of the

in the car, enduring the excruciating pain without even cushioning his back. As he climbed the

long time, he didn’t immediately start cooking upon his return. Instead,

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frustration, she pounded her chest, each tear that fell to the floor representing an indescribable heartache and grief. How could she have been so blind to his suffering?

of her

never complained about her cruelty towards him. He set aside his

for a while, just this

“No, please“”

with pain, yet he greedily clung to

why hadn’t he told her? Was it because he feared the guilt she would feel? Afraid that she would terminate their employment agreement

a fool she had

the reclining chair, her emotions shattered, and her body

silently. “You used to envy me for calling Mr. Knight ‘Mr. Nick Knight. From now