Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 277

Eric’s words hung in the air, unfinished, as he noticed Eder’s brows knit together, a flicker of melancholy crossing his usually unreadable eyes.

“I have imposed strict confidentiality on everyone about the virus coursing through me. Let’s keep it that way. Especially from Sylvia!” Eder commanded, his voice echoing with a dull finality.

“Understood.” Eric paused, looking apprehensive. “But Boss, even if we can suppress this secret now, Miss Lancelot will have to grapple with your sudden demise five months from now. It’s going to inflict unimaginable pain on her.”

“I’m aware, Give me time to ponder over it.” Eder averted his gaze, his expression etched with exhaustion. His eyelashes fluttered, hinting at an internal battle he struggled to contain.

Eric recognized his pain. This was perhaps Eder’s most challenging moment, a crossroads of heartache and duty.

Late into the night, Eric exited the room, leaving Eder to his solitude in the sterile confines of the lab ward.

The night unfolded in quiet serenity. The trees outside the window shivered under the whispering wind, and soon, a soft rain began to drizzle.

Eder turned towards the window, watching as raindrops slid down the glass. His once commanding and prideful visage was now shrouded in melancholy, his expression a kaleidoscope of thoughts.

His reverie was interrupted by the beep of his phone, signaling a new message. Unlocking his phone, Eder’s eyes landed on a message from Sylvia.

“Eder, are you managing to get some rest on the border?” the message read.

“I’ve heard about the strong ultraviolet rays there. Are you going to return with a tan? Haha! Should I start calling you ‘Bronzed Eder“?” another ping announced the arrival of her subsequent message.

Sylvia’s playful banter brought a smile to his lips, a rare moment of levity in the otherwise clinical surroundings.

His mind’s eye painted an image of Sylvia’s face, lively and teasing as she penned those words. A sudden, overwhelming longing overtook him the desire to hold her close and never let go.

After some time, another message from Sylvia illuminated the screen.

“Have you fallen asleep? Or is it difficult to reply from there?”

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signal issue? Then I won’t intrude.

message, and Eder’s lips curled into a bitter smile. His fingers danced lightly over the lines of text Sylvia had sent, tracing

path down his cheek, nestling into the short hair at his temple, disappearing

an acute, gnawing pain pierced through his chest, the intensity making his body tremble uncontrollably. He doubled over on the bed, beads of sweat rolling off the tip of his nose, and the veins stood out on his hand as he battled over

the pain searing through

throbbing escalated in severity, forcing a pained groan from his lips. With a trembling hand, he reached out for the alarm on the bedside table.

in an adjacent room. Rushing over, he pushed the door was met

open and

in check to avoid agitation and extreme emotions. Heart angina is lethal when it flares up!” Murmuring under his breath, he quickly located the prescribed pills and popped them into

medication needing time to take effect, all Dr. B could do was assist Eder back onto the bed and tuck him under the blanket. He stayed by his side

sleep eluded

to the last time Eder was on a mission and narrowly escaped a bullet to his heart, bleeding profusely. Now, he was at the border, notorious for its tumultuous environment

the dark about his well–being and the current state of affairs. While

weary–eyed the next

fact that the man she had been ceaselessly worrying about had

billowing around her as she rushed to the bedroom door and thrust

turned the pages, an effortless aura of aristocracy emanating from him. His extraordinarily handsome face could leave one breathless, even in such

his eyes softening as he

as she looked at him closely. “I didn’t expect you to go to the border and come back without getting a tan. I want to taste this honey–colored skin!” She playfully pecked his cold, thin lips, her actions reminiscent of a child who had just

if I hadn’t seen Eric

the weariness in his eyes.

voice. “Did

with a slight smile and opened his

her head on his shoulder. Her cold hand slipped inside his robe, lightly

but he remained still, a tender smile on his face as he indulged her playful

He and his wife share a deep bond…” He began narrating the story in his magnetic voice, maintaining a seemingly unperturbed expression.