Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 196

Chapter 196

Sylvia wasted no tin exchanging pleasantries. Edgar instinctively tried to break free, but the pain from

applying the medicine made it impossible for him to summon the strength. In the end, he had no choice but to

surrender.

Ms. Sylvia was taken aback and pushed him onto the bed, raising both of his hands above his head. Sylvia stood

at the edge of the bed, pressing her right knee firmly against his lower back to immobilize him. Edgar's ears

turned slightly red, and he asked in a low voice, “Sylvia” What are you doing?”

The position was rather peculiar, and it seemed that the two dogs hadn't left yet and were still lurking outside

the window. The authority he held!

Outside the window, Eric and Cole were still eavesdropping. When they heard the commotion, they stealthily

glanced inside.

Wow! They never expected to witness their boss being pushed onto the bed by” and he was still pinned down!

Hahaha! It was so cool! This trip was truly worth it!

Just as the two of them were enjoying the spectacle, Edgar's dark eyes narrowed, and he shot a sharp glare in

their direction. Eric and Cole were instantly startled but had no choice but to comply with his

silent order.

Inside the room, Sylvia carefully examined the injury on Edgar's back. The bandage had indeed been changed

recently and was still oozing blood. However, she had no intention of letting him off easily. She gently lifted the

corner of the bandage, intending to assess the wound.

Edgar deliberately hissed in pain and contorted his face. “Sylvia, it hurts““”

Sylvia glanced at him coldly, raised an eyebrow, and smiled. “Who changed your bandages? When | entered, |

saw Eleven and the others fainting in the garden. What happened?”

“I did it myself,” Edgar replied, his expression unchanged. Forced to lie on the bed, he had no choice but to

answer her questions with his head turned to the side.

Sylvia stared at him coldly, her smile disappearing. “Edgar, when | left, you were extremely ill. Your hands were

trembling when you raised them. | was only gone for a few minutes, and suddenly you were in high spirits. Are

you tellingthat you managed to change the bandages and dress your wounds on

your own? Don’t tellyou miraculously recovered?”

Edgar pursed his lips and remained silent.

Sylvia continued, her eyes cold and unyielding. “My bodyguard was drugged in the yard, yet you not only

remained unharmed but also showed signs of improvement. It’s clearly related to you, isn’t it? Do you

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expectto believe that it has nothing to do with you? Or perhaps you pretended to be weak before | left just

to deceive me?”

She paused, her gaze piercing. “You're lying toone way or another. Choose which lie you want to stick

with!”

Edgar cleared his throat and fell into silence. Whichever answer he chose, it wouldn't bode well for him. If he

admitted lying and told her the truth, guilt would wash over her, and she wouldn't make things difficult for him

anymore. However, if he confessed to lying, knowing how much she detested deception, she would be furious,

further straining their relationship.

While awaiting his response, Sylvia's eyes grew colder, and she pinched the soft flesh on his lower back. “Are you

trying to figure out which lie will deceivebetter?”

Caught in the act, Edgar maintained a calm expression and explained in a solemn tone, “It’s like this. It's Eric. |

didn’t want the wounds to leave scars, so | asked him to bring a box of scar removal ointment and

placed it in the top drawer of the bedside table.”

“As for my back injury, it was treated with medicine that Ban Nian provided. The reason my condition improved

so rapidly is because your antidote restored a significant portion of my physical strength.”

After listening to Edgar’s explanation, Sylvia raised a subtly intrigued smile. “Just a box of scar removal

ointment? He could have given it to Eleven. And as for your injury, can’t Eleven treat it? Do you really expect me

to believe this?”

Maintaining his composure, Edgar continued to explain, “It was a reckless decision on his part. | will make sure

he apologizes to Eleven and the others.”

Meanwhile, outside the villa area, Eric leisurely sneezed twice, unaware that someone had metaphorically

slapped a cauldron on his head.

Sylvia smiled casually, sensing a mixture of truth and lies in his words. Stubborn as he was, he refused to

confess. She knew she would have to investigate on her own to uncover the whole truth. Leaning slightly closer,

her red lips hovering near his ear, she teased softly, “So, you admit to lying to me? Are both lies true?”

She possessed an almost supernatural level of intuition. Her gentle breath brushed against Edgar's ear, causing

a tingling sensation. He buried his face in the blanket and muttered, “Yes, | will accept the punishment.”

Sylvia chuckled, finding it quite satisfying. The floor-to-ceiling windows remained open, allowing the night

breeze to enter the room. Edgar, wearing only a thin shirt, felt the chill seep into his limbs and the exposed area

on his back.

Noticing his discomfort, Sylvia gently covered his back with the quilt, but she didn’t rush to untie the belt around

his wrist. Instead, she playfully continued in a teasing tone, “So, how would you like to be

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punished? I'm all cars.”

Edgar's cars turned even redder. How humiliating! Did she expect him to shhimself by confessing his

preferred punishment?

She was tormenting him.

He awkwardly asked, “What options do | have?”

“I'll think about it,” Sylvia replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands folded, raising an eyebrow

mischievously. “Since your injuries have healed, | don’t think there are any physical limitations. How about

kneeling in the garden all night or receiving two hundred lashes from Twelve? Which one

would you choose?”

Edgar swallowed hard. His body was cold, but his heart was even colder. She was truly ruthless.

Sylvia grinned slyly. “Have you made up your mind?”

Edgar bit his thin lips and contemplated for a long moment before softly asking, “Is there a third option? | choose

the third option.”

“Of course,” Sylvia replied, maintaining a reasonable expression on her face, while an evil glimmer danced in her

eyes. “That would be kneeling in the garden all night and receiving two hundred lashes. It’s

a combination of the first two options. Your choice is quite clever.”

Edgar took a deep breath, his back heaving with the weight of pain. Sylvia observed his reaction, pursed

her lips, and proceeded to untie the belt around his wrist despite Edgar's attempt to prevent her from

doing so. She stood up and said, “Let's go, we're heading to the garden.”

Edgar's hand moved to the side, halting her from untying the belt, and he continued to speak in a soft voice.

“Sylvia” Since my injuries haven't fully healed yet, could you perhaps givea discount?”