Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 153

Chapter 153

If it really wasn’t him, then this matter was not as simple as it seemed. Sylvia narrowed her cold gaze and looked

at Edgar with doubt still in her eyes.

She squeezed his cheeks forcefully with her hand.

The flesh on the man’s cheeks bulged, as if he had two small dumplings in his mouth. His handsbrows

slightly furrowed, and his black eyes shimmered, resembling a pitiful, wronged puppy.

“Ill believe you this time. But if | find out you're still lying to me, I'll immediately throw you into prison.

Let’s see how long you can last there, and how long your subordinates can keep you out.”

After saying that, she withdrew her hand angrily.

Edgar slumped on the floor, completely drained of strength.

He wanted to speak, but suddenly, a sour and sweet sensation surged up his throat, causing him to choke and

cough violently.

It felt like his lungs were about to cout.

He wasn’t afraid of going to jail. Even if Sylvia really threw him in, there weren't many people inside who

dared to touch him.

However, he didn’t want Sylvia to continue misunderstanding him.

“Cough... If I... lie... | won't... survive... Alright.”

Sylvia turned her head and looked down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still had a fever. When he furrowed his brows, he looked

extremely painful.

Perhaps due to the effect of the special medicine, he looked like a long-suffering patient who couldn't

recover.

Even Eleven and Fifteen, upon seeing his miserable appearance, felt a hint of sympathy.

Sylvia, however, had an expressionless face, and it was unclear what she was thinking as

him.

red at

After a while, she looked at Eleven and Fifteen and said, “Which one of you will cook smillet porridge for him

and bring it over?”

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Eleven and Fifteen exchanged glances, looking very troubled.

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“Miss, | can fight for you, but cooking porridge? I've never learned that. Eleven replied.

Fifteen added, “I don’t know how either, really!”

Sylvia was speechless, Should she hire sbodyguards with decent cooking skills next time

She looked back at the person on the floor and wondered if she should tell him to take care of it himself. The

person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed harder, with a heartbreaking sound that was pitiful.

Sylvia pursed her lips.

“Fine, you two help him back to bed. I'll go cook.”

“Yes.”

After giving the instructions, Sylvia went downstairs, found the millet in the pantry, and began to cook the

porridge.

After Fifteen helped the person back to bed, he cdownstairs to the kitchen to find her.

“Miss, do you believe Mr. Fallen’s words?”

“I believe, but not entirely. | only believe in the final evidence. If it really wasn’t him, there will always be

straces left behind.”

She thought for a moment and continued, “Since he claimed to have sent Adrain away, you should investigate

this matter and see if it matches what he said.”

“Yes.”

Fifteen nodded and added, “Actually, I still trust Mr. Fallen quite a bit.”

Sylvia paused in her porridge-making. “Tellmore.”

“From the fact that he could take Tim out of prison and secretly bring him back without anyone knowing, his

power and connections must be extraordinary. It would have been easy for him to rescue Nancy Mellis if he really

wanted to. He could have done it a long tago.”

“Then he could have taken Nancy and gone to a small country on the sea where even im: find them. So, after

completing this task, he wouldn't need to stay in the villa, risking being you.”

Sylvia remained silent.

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In her anger yesterday, coupled with Edgar's misunderstanding of her intentions, she readily admitted her

suspicions without thinking too deeply.

Now, upon careful consideration, there were indeed many loopholes in this matter’s details.

If it was not him, then who could it be? A sudden thought popped into Sylvia's mind.

Could it be someone from the Smith family who harmed her? If it really was that person, when did he discover

that she was still alive and in Frant City?

And why did he want to get Nancy out of prison? What was his next move?

As Sylvia was lost in her thoughts, Fifteen suddenly looked terrified.

“Miss! The porridge! It’s burned!”

Huh? What happened?

“It’s burnt! Miss, the porridge is burnt!”

A burnt smell suddenly filled Sylvia's nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. She quickly

turned off the stove.

Fortunately, only the bottom of the pot was burned, and the porridge on top was still drinkable, albeit with some

difficulty.

She instructed Lu Fifteen to do as she had previously ordered and investigate, while she took a small bowl from

the cupboard and filled it with porridge.

As she was going upstairs, she noticed that Edgar's door was not completely closed, leaving a small gap.

Sylvia was about to push the door open when she caught a glimpse of Edgar rolling up his pants and applying

medicine to his knee.

Because his skin had becfragile, his knee was covered in dark bruises, swollen, and heavily bruised

after last night. The injury was quite severe.

Sylvia frowned. Although he had knelt at almost the stas she did, his knee was much worse off than

hers. Since they had signed the agreement, she couldn’t remember how many times he had voluntarily or

involuntarily knelt, and it seemed like he never stopped getting injured.

The once proud and fierce lion seemed to have been truly tamed by her.

But why didn’t she feel particularly happy about it? If she counted carefully, it seemed that his debts had been

repaid to a certain extent.

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Sylvia snapped out of her thoughts and pushed the door open.

When Edgar saw her approaching, he let go of his pants leg, tucked himself back into the covers, and leaned

against the headboard, waiting for her.

She sat down on the chair next to his bed, holding the bowl of porridge and gently blowing away the steam while

stirring it with a spoon. Her movements were elegant and gentle.

Edgar's gaze burned with anticipation, and his heart raced. He licked his pale lips, his black eyes filled with

expectation, obediently waiting for her to feed him.

Sylvia noticed his gaze, but he remained composed, blowing on the porridge in the bowl without any fluctuation

in his eyes. Feeling that the temperature of the porridge was not as hot anymore, she handed him the bowl along

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with the spoon.

Edgar hesitated and didn’t reach out to take it.

“Eat it yourself; | won't feed you. Sylvia's tone was icy cold.

Edgar felt a pang in his heart, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of great disappointment and grievance.

He didn’t reach out; his eyes were slightly red as he looked at her. “It hurts; | can’t eat by myself.”

Sylvia mercilessly exposed his pretentiousness: “You have a knee injury, not a hand injury. Why can’t

you eat by yourself?”

Edgar was unwilling to accept this.

“But | have a fever; | feel dizzy.”

Sylvia's face turned cold. “You're speaking so clearly; it seems your brain hasn't been affected by the fever. If

you keep whining, then don’t eat.”

She made a gesture as if she were going to take the bowl and leave.

Edgar quickly snatched the bowl from her hand. Even though he couldn't receive someone's feeding, at least the

porridge was cooked by her own hands. It would be a shnot to drink it.

However, when he took a spoonful of the millet porridge and put it in his mouth, he almost spat it out on

the spot.

“Why... does it taste burnt?”

Sylvia felt a bit embarrassed.

Could she say that she was preoccupied with Nancy's matter and forgot about the cooking time?

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“If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. You can cook it yourself later. She reached out to take the bowl.

Edgar moved aside, not letting her take it, showing a protective expression. Then, under Sylvia's gaze, he

directly poured the whole bowl of porridge into his stomach.

Because it was burnt, the taste and texture were unpleasant. Edgar suppressed the urge to vomit and showed

her the empty bowl, indicating that he had finished it.

Sylvia knew it didn’t taste good, and seeing him like this, her mouth instinctively twitched downward. But since

they had finished eating, it was tfor the next step.

She took out a piece of paper that Eleven had printed and handed it to him with a calm expression.

“Take a look; sign the document.”

Edgar took it obliviously.

After reading the words on it, he becfurious.

“You want to terminate our employment agreement?”