Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 215

Chapter 215

The rain poured heavily, and Mrs. Fallen was accompanied by bodyguards holding an umbrella. She walked to

the side alone, clutching the letter in her hands. Hidden from everyone's sight, a look of shock appeared on her

face. She tightly clenched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few moments of inner

struggle, she composed herself and put the envelope away before returning to Edgar's tomb.

“Mom, what did Brother say?” Mia asked, concerned, but Mrs. Fallen seemed lost, ignoring her daughter as if she

couldn't hear the question.

“Mom, what's wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did he say to you?” Mia reached out to grab the envelope

from her hand, but Mrs. Fallen evaded her, finding it strange that her daughter wanted to take the letter.

In a rush, Mrs. Fallen, in front of everyone's eyes, tore open the letter, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed

it. Shocked, everyone watched as she took such an extraction.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Mrs. Fallen, you!”

The onlookers were stunned by her actions, unable to comprehend them. Mrs. Fallen didn’t provide an

explanation, but instead hurried into the rain and embraced Edgar's cold tombstone, crying out, “Son! My son,

you were still so young”

She wailed until her voice bechoarse, and the grief on her face touched the hearts of all who witnessed it.

As a wealthy wife, Mrs. Fallen had always carried herself with nobility, and this was the first tshe had cried

while clutching a tombstone in front of so many people. Yet no one deemed her behavior inappropriate. Her

actions, including swallowing the letter she had just read, were understandable in the face of losing the most

promising child of the Fallen family.

From a distance, Sylvia watched, her eyes red but devoid of tears, her expression numb. Unseen by anyone, she

dug her fingertips into Patric’s suit, suppressing the pain as if her heart had grown numb.

In the cemetery, with Mia's persuasion, Mrs. Fallen’s emotions gradually calmed down, saving her from the brink

of fainting due to her intense crying. The funeral finally cto an end, and one by one, business partners,

relatives, and friends departed with heavy hearts. Smourned the loss of a business genius at such a young

age, while others felt sorrow for the two women left behind in the Fallen family. Mr. Fallen’s gaze lingered on

them.

After everyone had left, Mia supported Mrs. Fallen out of the cemetery. Looking up, she noticed Sylvia standing

under a nearby tree. Anger burned within her as she blamed her, “It’s all because of you! You're the one who

caused harm to my brother! If it weren't for you, how could he have died? How do you still have the audacity to

show your face here?”

Sylvia offered no defense and lowered her gaze. Patric’s expression turned cold. “Watch your words. She is

unaware of the truth, and it was your brother's decision.”

“You don’t know?”

Mia stepped forward, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Sylvia. “Is it enough that she doesn’t know? My brother

gave up his life for her! But look at her, she hasn't shed a single tear for him. She's nothing but a heartless

bitch!”

“Enough!”

Mrs. Fallen interjected before Mia could continue scolding Sylvia further. Mia looked back at her mother in

disbelief. “Mom! She’s the murderer who killed our brother! Why are you defending her? Don’t you hate her too?

Have you lost your mind?”

Sylvia kept her head down, not uttering a single word in her defense, Mrs. Fallen, with tear-streaked cheeks,

slowly approached Sylvia and gave a slight bow.

Mia was stunned. “Mom, do you even realize what you're doing? You're bowing to her?!”

Ignoring her daughter's protest, Mrs. Fallen looked at Sylvia with a solemn expression and spoke, “I apologize for

my daughter's words. She’s overwhelmed with grief and doesn’t know what she’s saying. | hope you can find it

in your heart to forgive her.”

Sylvia was equally taken aback by Mrs. fallen’s unexpected change in attitude. Mrs. Fallen had always treated

her with disdain, so this sudden shift in behavior perplexed her.

“Mia is right. | am responsible for his death, so you must hate me, don’t you?”

Two tears fell from Mrs. Fallen’s eyes as she forced a bitter smile, wiping them away. “Mr. Fallen was right. If he

chose this path, it must have been

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because he loved you deeply. | respect his decision.”

The words “he loved you deeply” pierced Sylvia's heart, causing a pang of pain and a slight tingling in her nose.

She tightly clenched her palm to prevent her tears from falling.

Mrs. Fallen took a blank envelope from her bag and handed it to Sylvia. “He asked for this letter to be given to

you alone. Don’t worry, | haven't read

ie.”

Trembling, Sylvia reached out and took the envelope. Mrs. Fallen added, “For now, put it aside. When you go

back, find a quiet moment to read it.”

With that, Mrs. Fallen and Mia supported each other and left the cemetery. Sylvia carefully placed the letter in

her bag. Once all the mourners had departed, she stepped back into the cemetery and made her way to Edgar's

tombstone.

A small photograph adorned the tombstone, its surface speckled with raindrops. Despite the rain, Sylvia

immediately recognized the indifferent yet handsface captured in the picture. It was from their time

together in the royal family.

She had searched her phone and the Cloud View Villa, but not a single photo of him could be found. Tenderly,

she wiped away the water droplets from the photograph, repeatedly and patiently.

He was the only man she had ever truly loved, and now she would never be able to hear him act like a spoiled

child again. Holding back her tears, she painstakingly removed every water stain from the tombstone with a

handkerchief.

Patric felt a pang of heartache. “Girl, it's pouring rain. You won't be able to wipe it clean.”

Determined, she replied with a resolute gaze, “He dislikes the cold and doesn't like being exposed to rain. | must

complete this final task for him.”

Patric sighed helplessly and handed her the black umbrella he held. Sylvia accepted it, opened it, and covered

Edgar's small tombstone. Then, she took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away every drop of rain from

the tombstone’s surface.

“Girl, you still love him so deeply, don’t you?”

Sylvia remained silent, unable to provide an answer. She had once believed that she could let go of her love for

him without hesitation, decisively moving forward in life after their divorce. If he had been alive, if they had

parted ways without any lingering attachments, perhaps they could have found happiness again. But fate

seemed determined to play cruel jokes on her, and now this man had sacrificed his life for her.

-All the pains and hurts of the past suddenly felt insignificant compared to the overwhelming guilt she now

carried. She took a deep breath,

suppressing the waves of sadness that threatened to engulf her.

“People can never cback. Love or no love, what

the

point of dwelling on it?” she whispered softly.

Patric, understanding the weight of her emotions, helped her to her feet and gently held her shoulders, guiding

her out of the cemetery. As they reached the Cloud View Villa, Patric saw her off to Edgar's room, where she

settled herself in the reclining chair he had once occupied, surveying the surroundings.

With trembling hands, Sylvia reached into her bag and carefully retrieved the envelope containing the letter he

had left for her. As she opened it, the first line that caught her eye sent shockwaves through her being:

“To my beloved Sylvia Smith:”

Her hand trembled uncontrollably, and she stared at those three words her name-written on the page in

disbelief. Could it be that he had known her true identity all along?

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