Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 207

Immediately after, the smooth flesh on his back was brutally torn apart by the barbs of the training, when,

causing deep wounds to appear. Bloodstains becevident, and a sharp pain surged through him, It was only

the first lash, and Edgar felt cold sweat forming on his forehead, Gritting his teeth and tending his muscles, he

maintained a straight posture, enduring the pain in silence,

Uncle Alfred noticed the bandage in the middle of Edgar's vest and deliberately avoided striking that area,

However, this meant that fewer spots on his back could withstand the punishment. When the fifteenth lash

landed, his upper back, divided by the bandages, was crisscrossed with bleeding wounds. The whip sliced

through his flesh, causing it to split open.

Edgar's breathing grew heavier, and veins protruded on his forehead. Even his eyelashes trembled

uncontrollably. Yet, he pressed his lips tightly, determined not to let out a sound of humiliation. Deep inside, he

chuckled to himself. After being away from hfor over a decade, he had nearly forgotten his true identity. He

had started to believe that he was nothing more than a pampered Mr. Fallen. Now, with his body weakened by

luxury, his ability to endure punishment had significantly diminished.

Uncle Alfred’s hand trembled. The upper half of Edgar’s back was drenched in blood, leaving no untouched area.

Superimposing new bloodstains on top of the previous ones would be futile, given the whip’s relentless force.

Unable to bear it any longer, Uncle Alfred shifted his focus to Edgar's waist.

Once again, the training whip was raised, and a sharp swishing sound cut through the air. Edgar's body trembled

violently, and his back finally gave in. He managed to support himself with one hand, preventing himself from

collapsing to the ground and facing further embarrassment. The sound of the whip ceased behind him, but a

sudden, sharp pain struck his chest, causing blood to gush out.

“Mr. Fallen!” Eric cried out, her voice filled with terror and her eyes turning red. Her heart trembled as she

witnessed the twenty lashes inflicted upon him.

Sylvia, too, felt her heart quiver, observing the scene with worry. “Stop! Let's leave now!”

Edgar let out a sigh of relief and cast a stern gaze at Eric. “You're merely a subordinate of our country’s Bureau

of Investigation. This is not your place to speak!”

“Mr. Fallen, if you continue enduring this punishment, you will die!” Eric’s voice choked with emotion. “The S404

virus in your body is only suppressed, not cured! With such severe injuries and weakened resistance, the virus

will soon spread. You will die!”

Ignoring her words, Edgar pinched his thigh and took a deep breath, straightening his back once more, assuming

the most steadfast posture. Did it hurt? Yes, it did. But he couldn't leave without uttering a word. There was still

a threat looming beside Sylvia, and he intended to resolve that final problem before departing, free from regrets.

Moreover, if he were to retreat now, the twenty lashes he had endured would be in vain.

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“Continue,” Edgar ordered, disregarding Eric's trembling voice. “Uncle Alfred, carry on!”

Eric's eyes turned red with anger, his fists clenched tightly. He was a mere bystander, an outsider in this

situation. Uncle Alfred, after considering for a moment, glanced at the two bodyguards present in the room. “You

are no longer needed here. Go outside and keep watch.”

“Yes,” the two bodyguards acknowledged and left the room, ensuring privacy for the remaining proceedings.

Uncle Alfred retrieved a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the training whip before resuming his position.

With ten more lashes to go, he swung the whip, the sound reverberating through the air. Each strike left its mark

on the open space beside them.

“Mr. Fallen, the thirty lashes have been administered. You may rise now,” Uncle Alfred announced, his tone

carrying a sense of finality. He proceeded to clean the training whip once again. “Remember, you have three

days. You must return by then. | hope you bear this in mind.”

With Eric’s support, Edgar slowly stood up and expressed his gratitude. “Thank you.”

Uncle Alfred bowed slightly, choosing not to say anything in response. He regarded Edgar's back, considering the

severity of his injuries. If they proceeded further, the last ten lashes would only hit his lower back. After

contemplating for a moment, he shifted his gaze to the two bodyguards outside the room. “You may leave your

posts and go outside.”

“Yes,” the bodyguards acknowledged once again and exited the room, leaving only Edgar, Eric, and Sylvia

behind.

Uncle Alfred wiped the blood off the whip one more tand prepared to depart. “Take care of yourself during

these three days.”

Sylvia, wearing high heels, cautiously made her way into the abandoned construction site, keenly observing her

surroundings. She wondered why she hadn't noticed any of the secret surveillance posts that Eleven had

mentioned. Had they been removed?

As the construction site was vast, she hastened her pace, meticulously searching each room. Eventually, she

caught sight of a familiar tall figure in a remote and dilapidated chamber. Eric happened to be assisting Edgar in

fastening the last gold button on his suit’s collar.

Upon seeing Sylvia's arrival, Eric discreetly tucked the tie into her trousers pocket, maintaining a silent stance

with her head bowed.

Edgar took a deep breath, concealing the pain coursing through his back. When his gaze met Sylvia's, his black

eyes softened. “Why are you here?”

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Instead of answering his question, Sylvia inquired about the situation she had stumbled upon. “When | entered,

why was Eric fastening your buttons? What's going on?”

A faint smile played on his pale lips. “There was a loose button on my collar. When Eric noticed, she helped me

fix it.”

Sylvia glanced at Eric, who remained with her head lowered. Walking closer to Edgar, she scrutinized him once

more. “Then why are you here?”

“Eric received information about someone coming for secret investigation, so | cto take a look. However, by

the t| arrived, the person had already left.”

Sylvia redirected her attention to Eric. “Is what he said true?”

Eric hesitated for a couple of seconds before responding with a detached tone, devoid of emotion. “Yes.”

Edgar's fingertips trembled as he lightly tugged at his sleeve. “Sylvia, it’s cold outside. | would like to return to

the Cloud View Villa.”

“Wait.” Sylvia remained unperturbed by his attempt at affection, her eyebrows furrowing.

Although Eric had kept her head lowered and made an effort to conceal it, Sylvia noticed that her eyes were

slightly red. As she shifted her gaze back to Edgar, she observed his pallor and the faintness of his lips.

“You were perfectly fine this morning.

“Why are you sick now?” Sylvia's eyebrows remained furrowed, unconvinced by his explanation. She couldn't

shake off the peculiar scent lingering in the air, a mix of unfamiliar men’s cologne and a distinct

metallic odor.

Edgar maintained his composure, though his clenched fist betrayed his inner tension. With a light cough, he

blocked his lips and spoke. “I might have caught a cold last night. It’s nothing serious. I'll just go back and take a

couple of medications.”

“Just a cold?” Sylvia's grip on reality tightened. She couldn't ignore the unsettling presence of fresh blood that

stained the floor. Squatting down, she reached out to touch the crimson pool, but her wrist was abruptly seized

by Edgar.

He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of apprehension and determination. “Sylvia, please trust me.

It’s not safe here. Let's leave.”

Sylvia withdrew her hand from the bloodstain and stared at him intently. Despite her growing concerns, she

chose to trust him, at least for the tbeing. “Alright, let's go. But we'll talk about this later.”

Edgar nodded, a glimmer of relief shining in his eyes. Eric, sensing the tension, discreetly stepped aside,

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allowing the couple to leave the room.

As they made their way out of the construction site, Sylvia couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched She

cast occasional glances over her shoulder, but the surroundings appeared empty and deve However, the

unsettling aura persisted, making her instincts scream for caution

Upon reaching the entrance, they were met by the two bodyguards, who had been waiting diligently. One of

them informed Edgar, “Mr. Fallen, a woman has parked her car here. She’s quite beautiful. Would you

like us to

Edgar interrupted, his voice tinged with urgency. “Describe her.”

The bodyguard considered for a moment. “She’s very beautiful, Mr. Fallen.”

Sylvia's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and suspicion crossing her face. Edgar’s words from earlier echoed in

her mind-someone was coming for a secret investigation. Could it be that this woman was

connected to it?

Edgar's gaze turned cold as he commanded, “Stay here. Ill handle it.”

Sylvia's concern flared up. “No, I'm going with you. We're in this together.”

Edgar's features softened, revealing his gratitude for her unwavering support. “Alright, let's go.”

Leaving the construction site behind, they walked towards the parked car. Sylvia's mind buzzed with questions,

but she knew this wasn’t the tfor answers. They had to confront the unknown together.

As they approached the vehicle, Sylvia braced herself for the encounter that lay ahead, determined to protect

Edgar and uncover the truth that threatened their lives and their love.