Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 218

Patric witnessed Sylvia’s tearful breakdown and couldn’t help but shed tears himself. He tightly hugged her, comforting her to calm down. “Girl, take a deep breath. It’s not your fault. Don’t burden yourself with all the blame. Torturing yourself like this will only crush your spirit.”

But Sylvia clung tightly to his cuff, her mind haunted by the nightmare from the day before the accident. She couldn’t hear Patric’s words and her tears kept flowing. “Third brother, I always thought he hijacked the plane to kill me. I despised him and tortured him, refusing to listen to any explanations. The abuse he endured was real. It’s all my fault. I killed him” It’s all because of me.”

Patric held her tear–stained face, repeating his reassurances gently. “No, you’re not at fault. You didn’t kill him. It was his choice. He’s gone now, but your life still continues. Don’t let yourself suffer anymore.”

“But, third brother“”

She retreated into Patric’s embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I wanted to numb myself too. I drank so much alcohol, trying to forget everything and regain my senses, but I couldn’t. The more I drank, the clearer my mind became. ITM”

Her crying became so intense that she struggled to breathe and eventually succumbed to an overwhelming drowsiness.

“Girl!”

Patric panicked and quickly called for a doctor, carrying her out of the bathroom and bringing her back to the room on the third floor.

Since the room was filled with men, it was inconvenient to change Sylvia’s clothes and tend to her body. Patric asked Fifteen to drive and bring Nancy’s mother to the Cloud View Villa.

A group of people surrounded Sylvia, who was in a fever–induced coma, not leaving her side for a moment. The doctor arrived and administered a fever–reducing injection, but Sylvia’s condition remained weak. After three days of drinking high–concentration white wine on an empty stomach, her stomach had almost been burned through. She received two bags of intravenous nutrition, gradually restoring color to her pale face.

They continued with various treatments, working tirelessly for two days and nights until the weak figure on the bed finally stirred awake.

words upon waking echoed the same name. “Year of the Emperor“”

voice was hoarse, Patric sat beside her bed and heard her clearly. He sighed softly while helping her cool down the freshly stewed chicken soup from Mrs. Mellis. “Girl, forget about him. Third brother believes that you will meet a better man in the future, someone

even more.”

to refute, but no words escaped her

capable of sacrificing their lives for each other? She believed

heart ached with a colicky pain, and she wrestled with her

ahead will get better and better. Don’t dwell on this grief anymore, okay? Look at how worn out you’ve

would be heartbroken too. Instead of dwelling on your own pain, think about these relatives who

her face away, ignoring his words and looking out the window, lost in her own thoughts.

Mrs. Mellis made it with care. It’s delicious,” Patric urged, offering

her pale and parched

again, realizing he needed to

only two women remain in the Feng family. Although all the assets are now in your

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in Sylvia’s

come up with the best solution. You must think

her eyes,

coaxing her, “That’s why we’re having chicken soup

Sylvia didn’t refuse. She

had mentioned not to bring up Edgar’s name, so he refrained from doing so. He continued to encourage Sylvia, telling her about the responsibilities that awaited her in

her body had recovered considerably, and her voice gradually regained strength. In the morning, as she

did you call for me?” Nineteen asked as he