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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issue? Then I won’t intrude. Goodnight!” swiftly

and Eder’s lips curled into a bitter smile. His fingers danced lightly over the lines of text

cheek, nestling into the

intensity making his body tremble uncontrollably. He doubled over on the bed, beads of sweat rolling

pain searing through him

relentless 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 his weakened state, before he could

thud jolted Dr. B, who was resting in an adjacent room. Rushing over, he pushed

open and

and extreme emotions. Heart angina is lethal when it flares up!” Murmuring under his breath, he quickly located the prescribed pills and

bed and tuck him under the blanket. He stayed by his side for several hours, only exhaling a sigh of relief when exhaustion finally lulled Eder to

eluded Sylvia

wandered to the last time Eder was on a mission and narrowly escaped a bullet to his heart,

messages, she was left in the dark about his well–being and the current state of affairs. While caught

the next

that the man she had been ceaselessly worrying about had returned that very

hearing of his return, she sprinted upstairs, her skirt billowing around her as she rushed to the bedroom door and thrust it

lounging on the bed, engrossed in a book. His refined fingers Sylviafully turned the pages, an effortless aura of aristocracy emanating from him. His extraordinarily handsome face could leave one

lifted his gaze towards the door, his eyes softening as

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,

I hadn’t seen Eric standing at the door

face, skillfully concealing the weariness in his

undertone in his voice.

slight smile and opened his arms

gesture, Sylvia moved to his side, resting her head on his shoulder. Her cold hand slipped inside his robe, lightly

still,

the company. He and his wife share a deep bond…” He began narrating the story