Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 118

So these were all the things Sylvia had done in the past three years?

Edgar was speechless for a moment.

He knew that Yvonne was mean to his wife. Could it be that Yvonne had deliberately fired the villa’s servants

and left all the housework to Sylvia alone?

At that time, every the got off work and went home, he would see that the house was clean and the food

was hot. He had never cared about the details.

Because he rejected Old Mr. Fallen who forced him to marry Sylvia, he always subconsciously chose to ignore

her. When he was in a bad mood, he would even sneer at her.

Seeing that Edgar was lost in thought, Sylvia waved her hand in front of his eyes and continued.

“However, you'd better be mentally prepared. You're going to use one year to be equivalent to my three years.

What you have to do will double.”

Edgar shook his head and sneered.

“She really couldn't bear to suffer any losses,” Edgar said to himself.

Sylvia walked in front of him and did not notice his expression. She thought of something and said, “Oh, by the

way, | forgot to buy the washing machine. You have to wash and dry my clothes in the future. Sclothes are

made of different materials. You have to separate them. Don’t make a mistake.”

Edgar stared at her back and mercilessly exposed her lexcuse.

“Will you buy a washing machine yourself? When | transferred the house to you, | remember that a woman

named Beth White was busy changing all the furniture and appliances in the house.”

Having been exposed, Sylvia turned around and glanced at him coldly. She didn’t intend to hide it.

Yes, she deliberately sent the washing machine to the orphanage.

The children there needed a washing machine more than he did.

The two of them entered the hall without saying a word.

Sylvia touched the wall and turned on the light in an instant.

The living room was bright. The house was still the sone, but the furniture and decoration style was

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completely changed.

Sylvia went straight to the kitchen, followed by Edgar.

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When they arrived at the kitchen, Sylvia took out a thick book from the locker and handed it to Edgar.

“This is the menu. From now on, you have to cook according to the dishes in the book. One meat dish, one

vegetable dish, and one soup dish a day. Don’t repeat.”

Edgar took it and flipped through two pages roughly.

Seeing that he didn’t object, Sylvia checked the time. It was already 8:30 p.m., and she hadn't had dinner

yet.

“Let's start cooking

Wakeup when you're done. If you want to sleep in a room at night, you

can choose the room on the second floor.”

After that. Sylvia went upstairs to study. She still had a lot of work to do in the company and had to work

overtime.

Edgar watched her disappear into the stairwell and finally relaxed. He bent over in pain and supported himself

on the table to stand firm.

The blood on his white shirt had dried up a long tago. It stuck to his wound and could not be torn off.

He wet the shirt with hot water, heated it with a towel for a few minutes, and then separated the shirt from the

flesh bit by bit.

In order to avoid being discovered by Sylvia, he quickly took off his shirt and washed away the blood.

If it was in the past, he would probably have been able to wring the clothes dry. But today, because of that

medicine, he was exhausted after wringing it half dry.

Edgar had no choice but to put on the wet clothes again and put on his dark suit jacket. If Sylvia didn’t look

carefully, she wouldn't have noticed his blood.

After doing all this, Edgar felt exhausted.

This special medicine was really powerful.

He didn’t begin to cook, and it had already been more than half an hour passed. Edgar had no choice but to force

himself to start studying the recipe.

He opened the refrigerator and saw that there were all kinds of vegetables, meat. They were all fresh.

Obviously, Sylvia had planned everything for today.

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Edgar looked gloomy, but no one knew what he was thinking.

In the study upstairs.

Sylvia sat in front of the computer and concentrated.

The third episode of the female group talent show she founded had already begun, and it was a hot topic on the

Internet.

Abigail Green, a friend of hers from the welfare institution, went back to continue recording after recovering from

her injury. It seemed that she was not affected and soon entered the state. Her ranking had been stable in the

top 15. If there was no problem, she should be able to enter the finals.

Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.

After watching the talent show, she called Sonia from the old mansion.

“I arranged for the two of them to wipe the floor tonight. Mia made a lot of noise and scolded you, so | locked

them in the basement again. Is there anything wrong with me?”

Sylvia said seriously, “You did well. Since they've becservants, they should be restrained by the rules. If

they don’t listen to you, you have the right to punish them. But there's only one thing. Don’t let the male

servants in the old mansion bully them!”

“Yes, Miss Lancelot. Don’t worry. | understand...”

Sonia was still trying to guarantee through the phone, while Sylvia suddenly smelled something burning in the

air from the open window.

It seems to be... coming from downstairs?

Sylvia hung up the phone in horror and rushed downstairs, only to see the smoke in the kitchen.

As Edgar tried to fan away the smoke, he choked and coughed.

Sylvia was speechless. “I asked you to cook. Are you going to burn the house?”

She covered her mouth and nose and went into the kitchen, turned off the stove, and turned on the smoking

machine and an exhaust fan.

After a long while, the choking smell barely dissipated.

She pointed at something in the pot that was as black as charcoal and asked, “What's this?”

Edgar replied honestly, “Braised pork.”

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Sylvia glanced at him again and thought, “Unbelievable!”

“How much oil did you use? And it’s burnt. Even the recipe can’t help you. How useless are you?”

Edgar said innocently, “I just made it according to the recipe. It said that the fire should be simmered for an hour

and a half. | thought it was too slow, so | wanted the fire to burn faster,:

so...”

“That's why you failed!”

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Edgar didn’t say anything.

Why did he feel that she was not only talking about the dishes, but also scolding him?

Sylvia was speechless. She sighed and continued to ask, “Are you going to lethave this for dinner?”

“l also made a salad.”

“Where is it?”

Edgar led her to the dining table.

Although the dish looked bland, its color was normal. There should be no problem with the taste. It should be

edible.

Well, she could only make do with it.

Seeing that she wanted to have a taste, Edgar pulled out a chair for her and went to the kitchen to get a pair of

forks.

Sylvia watched him cin and out with a strange look on her face.

An hour ago, he felt humiliated because he had to serve her. How could he adapt so quickly?

After that, Edgar stood quietly on the side, looking extremely well-behaved.

So attentive?

Sylvia felt that something was wrong.

She tentatively picked up a piece of vegetable leaf, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw an imperceptible

glimmer in Edgar's eyes.

Something's wrong.

She frowned almost imperceptibly, brought the vegetables to her mouth, and opened her mouth to eat.

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Edgar next to her raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was looking forward to it.

However, when Sylvia looked over. Edgar's face beccold again.

Sylvia put down her fork and smiled playfully. “You cat first.”

Edgar lowered his head. “I can’t.”

Although he lowered his head, his attitude was not respectful. As expected, Edgar was acting!

Sylvia smiled wickedly, glanced at Edgar sharply, and said in a tone that brooked no refusal.

“Now in this villa, | am the master, and you are the servant, so this is an order. Chere and sit down

now!”