Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

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The room fell into a tense silence after those words were spoken, creating a delicate atmosphere.

Edgar remained motionless, seemingly stunned by the request. Sylvia's brows furrowed, her expression turning

dark. “Hurry up, | want to see the injury.”

Edgar's spirits dampened instantly. So, she just wanted to see the injury, and he had misunderstood her

intentions. But wait” an injury? How did she suddenly suspect he was injured? Did Nick tell her

something?

“My injury is fine. I've been applying medicine for the past two days, and it’s almost healed,” he quickly

responded.

Sylvia gave him a cold look. “Take it off!”

Edgar hesitated, not making a move, “With a bandage, you can’t see the wound.”

“Tear it off. It’s not a big deal if you need to reapply the medication,” she insisted firmly.

So, she really intended to see it? Edgar pondered how to divert the situation.

Seeing through his thoughts, Sylvia sternly warned, “Don’t try to deceivetonight. You have to take it

off!”

“Sylvia, | appreciate your concern for my injury, and it warms my heart. However, it's late now, and | should rest

early. We can see each other tomorrow,” he tried to reason.

Sylvia gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to tie him up and forcibly remove his clothes. She retorted, “You

yourself said that you would unconditionally obey my orders. Was that just an empty promise?”

Edgar was left speechless, realizing that she was referring to his previous pledge. Reluctantly, he extended his

hand towards the gold button on his suit.

Sylvia observed his movements with patience, rubbing her brows as she waited quietly. Edgar took off his suit

and carefully placed it on the tabletop of her dressing table. After a few seconds of hesitation, he proceeded to

unbutton his shirt.

As he unbuttoned the two buttons on his chest, he whispered, “Should | take off my pants too?”

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Sylvia's frustration boiled over. “I want to see your injury, not you taking off your pants!”

“You said you wantedto be naked“” He lowered his head and complained in a low voice, realizing that his

words were audible due to the room's silence.

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“Edgar! Say one more word, and I'll do it for you. Don’t even think about keeping your pants on. Get out of here

and run around the villa fifty times!” she exclaimed, displaying her determination.

Jesus Christ” she was ruthless!

Was he really supposed to go out for a run, compromising his dignity and self-respect?

Observing his obvious reluctance, Sylvia continued to curl her lips. “Or perhaps | should have Eleven and the

others find a rope to tie you up and hang you from a tree in the garden. Which option would you prefer?”

He couldn’t bear it anymore! There was no way he would allow such humiliation!

Edgar tightly pursed his thin lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing lightly. Finally, he unbuttoned the last button. He

hesitated, about to find an excuse, but was halted by Sylvia's sharp gaze.

Running laps outside was out of the question! Being hung up like an exhibit was even more unimaginable!

He refused to undress to show his injuries.

Lowering his gaze, Edgar pondered how to deceive her in this situation. Under Sylvia's unwavering gaze, he

slowly removed his silk shirt, revealing his strong and perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs.

However, Sylvia was in no mood to appreciate his physique at that moment. As soon as Edgar finished

undressing, she stood up and approached him, demanding, “Turn over.”

Edgar obediently complied, turning around as instructed. Sylvia wasted no tand forcefully tore apart the

bandages covering his back. With each layer she removed, the bloodstains beneath becmore

visible.

As Sylvia noticed the blood, her movements becgentler. After she removed the last few layers of the

bandage, a palm-sized burn mark on his back cinto full view.

Sylvia furrowed her brows, examining the burn mark closely. It had been four days, yet the wounds still appeared

red and bloody, which was quite concerning.

Her fingertips hovered near his back but hesitated to touch the injury. “Your wound is still bleeding. It seems

severe. But why doesn’t it resemble an injury caused by sulfuric acid?”

Indeed, the injury appeared serious, and Sylvia was apprehensive about touching it. Edgar sighed inwardly. As

expected, just one glance from her was enough to see through his deception.

“Why doesn't it look like it? It was sulfuric acid. There's blood. | applied medicine during the day, so it didn’t seep

through,” he replied nonchalantly.

Sylvia remained skeptical. “Tellthe truth. Do you know what really happened to the injury on your back?”

“Yes, it was sulfuric acid,” he asserted, maintaining a calm and natural demeanor. After pretending to ponder for

a moment, he suddenly recalled, “Oh, | remember now. | was hiding in the trunk of a car last night. It seems that

when | was fighting with Nick, | accidentally hit my back, causing the bleeding.”

Was that truly the case? Then why did Nick say those things to warn her? Was he lying, or was Edgar?

“Is it just a coincidence? The injury occurred tonight and happened to coincide with your previous injury. Don’t

you find that a bit too deliberate?” Sylvia questioned, her doubt evident.

“What's deliberate about it? Sthings in this world are merely coincidences,” Edgar replied gently. “Although

this injury may look severe, it's actually not serious. Do you really think I'm in bad condition?”

Sylvia didn’t believe his casual explanation. She had eyes and could assess the severity of the injury

herself.

“Turn around and face me,” she commanded.

Edgar obediently turned around to meet her gaze. Towering at 1.88 meters, he stood significantly taller than

Sylvia, who was 168 centimeters tall. As she looked up at him, her neck grew tired.

“Kneel down,” she instructed, recalling the previous incident where he had refused. But this time, he didn’t

hesitate. He slowly bent his knees and straightened his back, realizing the importance of chasing after his wife

and the insignificance of his pride.

Sylvia extended her hand, raising his chin to examine him closely. “Edgar, do you think | wouldn't find out unless

you confessed? Mr. Chad Smith is also my friend. If | have him cover to personally inspect your injury, you

won't be able to hide the truth. Consider that carefully.”

Her eyes turned cold and piercing. “Do you want to confess voluntarily, or shall | investigate further?”

Edgar's black eyes trembled, reflecting his internal struggle. After contemplating for a while, he finally spoke,

“It’s not sulfuric acid. It's a highly corrosive agent called S40.”

“What?” Sylvia's eyes widened in surprise.

“It’s a liquid that possesses similar properties to sulfuric acid but is even more corrosive. If it comes into contact

with the skin, the burns will be more severe. Ordinary ointments won't be effective, and the healing process will

be prolonged. However, internally, there is no harm,” Edgar explained, his dark eyes blinking.

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“Who told you this?”

Edgar blinked, “I didn’t know at first, it was Nick himself last night who said that he stole this thing from

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the war lab. ”

“Really?”

Edgar nodded, “Really. ”

Sylvia had never heard of such a substance, but his explanation seemed to align with the nature of his injury.

But” was it really as simple as a skin injury?

She stared at Edgar intently, contemplating whether she should inquire further. However, it seemed that tonight

was not the right time. Since it was connected to the War Lab, she could consult her older brother

about it tomorrow.

Expressing her displeasure, Sylvia sat back on the edge of the bed, radiating a cold aura. “You really are not

honest, tonight because of this injury problem, how many lies did you pull? Can you count it

yourself!”

“You are angry?”

Sylvia remained silence and turn her face away.

It seemed that she was genuinely irritated and no longer wanted to pay him

him any

mind.

Sensing her genuine annoyance, Edgar refrained from standing up. Instead, he crawled on his knees towards her

feet and gingerly held her small hand, pressing it against his abdomen.

He tried to soothe her gently, “I admit | was wrong. It's just a superficial injury. | understand that you dislike

feeling indebted to others, so | didn’t want you to burden yourself with guilt. | didn’t mean to keep it from you.

Please don’t be angry. How about you give my abs a squeeze?”

“Who cares about your meat!” Sylvia snatched her hand back, her gaze filled with anger as she glared at

him.

Edgar's attempt at reconciliation failed, but he refused to give up. He looked at her earnestly and whispered,

“Then” shall | give you the belt and allow you to personally punishby beatingout?”