Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 137

As Sylvia listened to the low roar from inside, her palms clenched tighter and tighter.

But when she looked at Eleven, her expression remained icy cold without a hint of warmth. “Do you think I've

gone too far?”

Eleven immediately knelt down. “That's not what | meant, Miss. It's only fair for you to return the pain after the

medicine you took last night. But | know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Fallen.”

Hearing his words, Sylvia felt a little relieved herself.

After sthought, she looked at Seventeen. “Go to the old house and bring Yvonne here. Move quickly.”

“Yes, Miss.” Seventeen quickly set off.

The remaining people stood by the door of the basement, listening to the increasingly intense low roars and

struggles, on the brink of despair. Even the tall and burly bodyguards could hardly bear it, feeling that it was a

cruel torture for their ears as well.

Another ten minutes passed, and Sylvia finally gave an order.

“Open the door and bring a bucket of ice water from the refrigerator to help cool him down.”

The bodyguards were initially taken aback, but they obediently followed Sylvia's instructions and fetched

sice cubes and a bucket of water to mix.

Creak.

The door to the basement opened, and a faint light seeped in, elongating the shadow of Edgar in the middle.

Edgar lay curled up on the floor, resembling a baby in its mother’s womb.

The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, his hair dampened by perspiration, hanging over his forehead, like

a wounded and helpless large dog. In this past hour, he had struggled to the point of exhaustion. His body was

trembling violently and his face was frighteningly red.

Feeling the glaring light on his eyelids, he struggled to lift his eyes. In the blur, he saw a slender and familiar

figure against the backlight.

Almost without thinking, he trembled and reached out his hand, his eyes filled with longing as he uttered

hoarsely, “Sylvia... I... | feel... so... uncomfortable...”

He felt sorry for causing her so much discomfort from the drug last night. Today, he had returned it to her. Would

she feel a little better in her heart?

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Could it offset sof the disgust she felt towards him?

His hand trembled violently, stubbornly wanting to touch that figure. It seemed so close, as if he could reach out

and touch it with a single hand. But it also felt distant, like there was an insurmountable

barrier between the two of them.

Because of the backlight, he couldn't see Sylvia's expression, but he could sense the coldness emanating from

her. That intense coldness made his heart ache sharply, even more unbearable than the onset of the

medicine.

Sylvia quietly watched him from a distance, motionless.

Since Edgar opened his eyes, his gaze had never left her. Her pupils trembled slightly, but she didn’t say a word.

And Edgar continued to wait, waiting for even a single word of compassion from her.

However, what cwas Eighteen pouring the mixed ice and water over his head.

His originally feverish body couldn't bear the sudden and drastic temperature difference. The bucket of freezing

water drenched him to the bone, causing him to tremble even harder. His teeth chattered, and his consciousness

uncontrollably began to fade.

“Eighteen, who told you to pour it directly on his head!”

Sylvia's hand gripping the armrest tightened abruptly.

“Huh? Wasn't that what Miss originally instructed?!”

Eighteen was bewildered by her sudden anger. His hand trembled, and the remaining half-bucket of water

accidentally poured all at once on Edgar. The immense impact caused Edgar to cough violently.

The heart-wrenching cough echoed in the basement, as if his lungs were about to be coughed up, sounding

extremely frightening.

Sylvia was infuriated by Eighteen’s incompetence. Just as she was about to get up and check on Edgar's

condition, a woman's scream suddenly cfrom behind her.

“Ah! Edgar! My Edgar!”

Hearing this voice, Sylvia's hand, which had been tightly gripping the armrest, loosened. She sat back steadily in

her chair, her face returning to its usual cold and aloof expression.

Yvonne was originally lying in the private ward of the old mansion with a cast on her leg.

When Seventeen clooking for her, his face looked very unpleasant. Yvonne knew immediately that it

wouldn't be good news. She pretended to be pitiful and refused to come, but in the end, she was forcibly

dragged over by Seventeen.

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As soon as she saw her son in the basement, barely clinging to life after being tortured, Yvonne contour care less

about pretending to be lame. She stepped on her casted ley and ran to him as fast as the could She threw

herself down beside Edgar, feeling her son’s body devoid of any warmth, and trembling uncontrollably, She

panicked,

“Where's the doctor? Go find a doctor! My son is dying! He can’t die, he can’t

Yvonne, who had been proud for most of her life, cried uncontrollably in front of Sylvia, disregarding her image.

“Sylvia, | beg you! Save him, he hasn’t done anything wrong, Why are you treating him like this? They say a

hundred days of kindness for a day of marriage. Why are you so cruel?”

A hundred days of kindness for a day of marriage?

Sylvia sneered and said, “In all the years I've been married into the Fallen family, | haven't felt even the slightest

bit of kindness. They also say that a daughter-in-law is like a half daughter, but you not only didn’t treatas a

daughter, you even said that I'm not even as good as your pet dog. Now that you see your most beloved son

being tormented by the woman you despise the most, how do you feel?”

Yvonne paused for two seconds, then suddenly burst into despairing sobs.

“| feel terrible! I'm so uncomfortable that my heart is suffocating. It's all my fault, | was mean to you, but my son

is innocent. Please save him, Sylvia! I'm begging you!”

Sylvia sighed, expressing her helplessness. “I can’t save him, only you can save him.”

Yvonne stopped crying and stared blankly for a few seconds. “What do you mean?”

“The reason why Edgar ended up like this is because he put something you gave him into my coffee, and

Velen”

Before she could finish, Yvonne hastily shouted, “No! It’s not true! It has nothing to do with him! | suggested it to

him, but he rejected me. | secretly gave it to him when he wasn’t paying attention! Really, it has nothing to do

with him! He doesn’t know! | swear!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Sylvia stood up, walked up to Yvonne, and looked down at her condescendingly. She asked, “Then who gave you

the medicine? Who helped you cup with the idea of faking an illness?”

Yvonne froze and didn’t answer,

Sylvia smiled. “With your intelligence, the most you can think of is to make the best of a bad situation. The

person who instigated you to cause so much trouble wants to sit back and watch the show. You've been used,

and you didn’t even realize it. Truly foolish.”

Yvonne had never been scolded like this before, but this time, she felt that Sylvia was right.

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“You're right, I've really been used! It’s that old thing, Greg. He said that as long as i could make Edgar reconcile

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with you again, he would...”

“Returning to the way it was before in the Fallen family, | shouldn't have believed his nonsenset”

Greg Fallen?

As expected, it was that old fox.

At his age, he still resorted to such despicable tactics. Truly shameless,

Yvonne continued crying while holding onto Edgar. “Wuwu, Sylvia, he’s getting colder and colder. Please save

him! He's my everything, he can’t be in danger!”

Sylvia's expression softened slightly as she looked at the desperate Yvonne. She sighed and said, “Yvonne, it’s

not that | don’t want to save him, but | can’t. The poison has spread too far, and it’s beyond my abilities to cure

him. Only Greg might have the antidote.”

Yvonne's crying beceven more intense upon hearing this. “Then go find him! You must save my son! | don’t

care what you do, just save him!”

Sylvia shook her head. “Finding Greg won't be easy. He's cunning and elusive. Besides, even if we find him,

there's no guarantee that he'll give us the antidote. He might have his own conditions and demands.”

Yvonne grabbed onto Sylvia's arm, her voice trembling. “Please, Sylvia, | beg you. | will do anything, just save

my son. | can’t bear to lose him.”

Sylvia looked at Yvonne, her eyes showing a mix of sympathy and indifference. “Yvonne, do you know the price

of saving him? Are you willing to pay that price?”

Yvonne's eyes widened, filled with desperation. “I'll do anything! Just tellwhat to do!”

Sylvia's gaze turned cold. “If you wantto save him, then you have to leave the Fallen family and cut off all

ties with Greg. You must sever any connection you have with him and promise to never be used by him again.”

Yvonne hesitated for a moment. She knew that if she agreed to Sylvia's conditions, her life would change

completely. But her love for her son was greater than any attachment she had to the Fallen family.

“I... | agree,” Yvonne said with determination. “I'll do whatever it takes to save my son.”

Sylvia nodded, her expression serious. “Then we have a deal. Once your son is saved, you will leave this place

and start a new life far away from the Fallen family.”

Yvonne nodded, tears still streaming down her face. “Thank you, Sylvia. Thank you for givinga chance to

save my son.”

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Sylvia didn’t respond, her gaze focused on Edgar's frail figure. She knew that the road ahead would he difficult,

but she was determined to do everything in her power to save him.