NovelEnglishChapter 216
Before the accident, he was gravely wounded.
Why did she feign jealousy by mentioning the third brother a few days ago? Was it to deliberately provoke him?
He was truly despicable! Sylvia seethed with anger as she continued reading.
“My Beloved Sylvia,
By the tyou read this letter, | may have left you forever.
This is the last thing | willingly do for you. You need not feel guilty or blyourself.
| am unaware of my impending demise, but can you shed tears for me?
| anticipated your tears, yet | feared your genuine suffering.
Forget it. Do not weep and instead be the happy and carefree little princess of the Smith family.”
Upon reading this, Sylvia's tears welled up uncontrollably. She wiped them away, trying to compose herself, and
resumed reading.
“You and | met the right person at the wrong time.
Ever since you rescuedfrom the car thirteen years ago, | have been captivated by your clear starry eyes.
Nancy's false acceptance of your life-saving Sylvia pierced my heart like a thorn.
Even though | never had any intimate relations with her, even in her death, | cannot forgive myself for my
foolishness.
My greatest regret is that | failed to recognize you when you entered the Fallen family. Even in the past three
years, | failed to cherish you. When I finally sought to make amends, you no longer loved me.
But it doesn’t matter. Even if you treatmerely as a pet and a servant, | can still see you every day in the
villa.
Since realizing my love for you, | have becobsessed with gains and losses, becoming inferior and timid.
A casual smile from you is like nectar to me. If you playfully coax me, | am filled with boundless joy that keeps
Does this letter make you happy?
Once a mighty and aloof man, my eyes are now filled with only you, begging for your love like a clown. | am
humble and ridiculous.
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Yes, | am afraid of losing you, and | dare not ask for your love.
| know | hurt you deeply before, and | do not deserve your forgiveness.
You saved me, yet | still owe you my life. Such a debt of gratitude cannot be repaid.
You are right. | am a bad person.
| hope you forgetand find a good man in the future who will love and cherish you. But | also hope you will
rememberforever.
Between the two, | agonized for a long time, torn by pain and contradictions.
In the end, | selfishly chose to use my life so that you would never forget me.
In the future, please eat well, do not be picky, drink less coffee and tea, and never burden yourself with business.
Goodbye, my*“”
The last two words were faint amidst the tears, and she could barely make out the word ‘beloved.”
Sylvia recognized his handwriting, which had always been neat and beautiful. However, in this letter, many
words were written crookedly with unstable strokes. How could he write like this? His hands must have trembled,
his pen unsteady. He must have been so sorrowful, so reluctant to part
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Spina cried will her heart felt moaned Shing from the reclning chair, she on the ground, dutching her dest
Why did the fall in love with him?
Syria vividly remembered when she lost her memory and was taken into the Fallen family by Mr. Fallen The Fallen
fully did not welcher. except for Edgar. He smiled and said “Very good. | have another sister. From now on,
this will be your home. We are all your family.
That smile, though faint, was like a new sun in winter. It reflected in her heart and imited a profound inferuation
for the warmth be bestowed upon
her.
Why did he eventually tan cold and start to hate ber?
It all began when the old man armored their marriage”
Sylvia shook her head helplessly. Their timing was truly unfortunate.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, staining the words on the letter. She wiped them away with her hand, and
her gaze trailed along her ingertips
“Edgar! You're an asshole!
He succeeded.
In this lifetime, she would never forget him
He was a fool
She had once claimed that saving him thirteen years ago meant nothing to her, just a superficial favor. But he
had carried that kindnes with him throughout his life. It was because of that debt that he threw himself off the
Crane Bay Bridge to save her, even with his weak body, after taking the special medicine.
This time, he had risked his own life to help her get rid of the man in black
He had saved her repeatedly.
He owed her nothing.
It was she who owed him!
And now, he was gone. What did she owe him in this life?
Tears silently flowed, and the last remnants of reason were consumed by the letter.
It hurt, her heart hurt!
The pain was so intense that her tears poured out, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably.
Unable to bear it any longer, she collapsed to the ground.
The floor beneath her was cold, but she couldn't feel it. Apart from the anguish in her heart, she seemed to have
lost all her senses
However, through tear-filled eyes, she caught sight of something red beneath the bed.
That red was strikingly vibrant.
Was there something hidden under his bed?
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Sylvia wiped her tears and took a few deep breaths before cautiously approaching the edge of the bed to
retrieve what lay beneath.
It was a bloodstained shirt. As she drew nearer, she noticed the strong scent of iron and rust.
The bloodstains had dried, but the color was still fresh. It must have been recent”
When did this happen?
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The sight of the blood on the shirt pained her eyes.
Deep furrows formed on her forehead. So much blood” It couldn’t have been caused by the burn on his back.
How could he be so severely injured?!
Sylvia carefully recollected the events from stago. It seemed to be the day she had brought Joan back
to the Cloud View Villa.
Now that she thought about it, something was terribly wrong!
She called Fifteen in. “Contact Eric and tell him | want to see him! | need to see him immediately! Hurry!”
Fifteen was startled by her outburst. He nearly tripped as he turned and rushed out to find Eric.
Half an hour later, Eric arrived.
When he entered, Sylvia was seated in Edgar's reclining chair, her gaze vacant and lost. She clutched Edgar's
bloodstained robe. The tears on her face had dried, but her reddened, swollen eyes revealed her suffering.
Eric lowered his head, his mood somber. “Miss Sylvia, you urgently called for me. What's the matter?”
Sylvia looked at the blood-soaked shirt in her hands, suppressing her choked sobs. “The day you went to the
abandoned construction site, did you really encounter the person under investigation? Was he seriously injured?”
Eric did not answer.
The thas come. Tellthe truth. Your version of the truth won't change the outcome. | just need to know.”
Eric let out a heavy sigh and began to speak, his voice tinged with sorrow. “I didn’t encounter anyone under
investigation. It was Mr. Fallen who didn’t want you to worry, so he lied. But he was indeed seriously injured.”
Sylvia furrowed her brows. “Then how did he get hurt?”
“Mr. Fallen, actually...” Eric paused, struggling to find the right words.
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