Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 41 It's Been Eight Years, You Should Forget What Needs to Be Forgotten

By the time I realized what was happening, the table was already flipped.

Oliver, Frank, and their friends rushed over, grabbing beer bottles and starting to fight without a word.

Ethan's hand was bleeding, but he stayed calm, his eyes steady and confident.

Other patrons screamed and fled, leaving the bar empty.

Connie, still holding her guitar on stage, stared at the fight, looking scared.

The fight was intense.

Seeing Ethan's hand bleeding, I stood on the side, almost in tears. More than fear, I felt worried. "Ethan! Stop, stop fighting."

But my voice was drowned out by the loud curses. A beer bottle shattered on Oliver's shoulder, and blood quickly seeped through his plaid shirt.

Oliver turned around and punched the guy. "Fuck, I'll kill you!" They fought fiercely, both injured, with neither gaining the upper hand.

At some point, Bella joined in. She was a black belt in Taekwondo, and her moves were impressive. She quickly took down several guys. Zachary Murphy stood on the side, watching Bella with interest. "You can fight?"

"Shut up." Bella kicked at him, but Zachary dodged it.

Bella started fighting him, but I noticed that Zachary mostly dodged and didn't fight back.

I kept looking back and forth between Bella and Ethan, worried about both.

Ethan was currently fighting a long-faced guy named Stephen Bell. Ethan had taken a few punches to the face, and his mouth was bruised.

Stephen looked even scarier, with blood streaming down his face, yet he kept swinging his fists.

I couldn't quite understand why men brawl; when tempers flare, they resort to fists.

Ethan was focused on Stephen, so he didn't notice another guy raising a beer bottle to hit him from behind.

Without thinking, I lunged at Ethan's back. He sensed something, pulling me forward. The next second, the beer bottle smashed on his head, splashing beer and glass shards onto my hair and face.

I saw blood flowing from Ethan's hair, and I was so scared I could hardly think, my voice trembling. "Ethan, are you okay? Don't scare me!"

managing to smile. He gently brushed the glass shards from my hair and whispered,

time. Everyone was injured to

pull glass shards from his scalp. It hurt me just to see it. Ethan stayed silent, his face calm like the wound wasn't even

and the doctor

worked on him. He suddenly grabbed Bella's hand,

"I can handle myself. Without me, you'd be in worse

for words

were treated, they were taken to the police station for questioning. I waited outside alone,

why Ethan started the fight; I was just worried about him. I didn't know how serious this was, but I knew he was

to come out. She sat next to me. "It won't be serious. Don't worry, Emmy. They

I

to comfort me. "Emmy, Ethan is so capable. He'll find a way out of this.

capable Ethan was, the law wouldn't

and I waited for an hour, which felt like forever. When Ethan finally walked out,

the blood on his shirt still looked shocking, but he walked with one hand in his

coming from a card game, not an interrogation. I approached him.

shoulder, a tired smile

they stepped out, Oliver, unable to hold back, pointed warningly at the others. "Don't let me see you again." Instinctively, I glanced at those guys, hoping they wouldn't start

for a fight, Zachary just raised

smiling playfully. "Miss, your Taekwondo

sank, knowing this was

ground, cursed "fuck," and was about to charge over,

reaction, Zachary smirked. "Is

his teeth. "She's my girlfriend. Try touching

wasn't intimidated. He casually looked at Bella. "Is that so?

at Bella's injured hand and smiled insincerely. "My friends hurt you. I'll make sure to teach them a lesson." Bella repeated, "Didn't you hear me? I

seemed at his limit. If Zachary kept talking,

left

Bella glared at Oliver, referring to him calling her

lit another cigarette. "You better be careful.

look at Oliver, her tone calm. "I don't need your

female singer who had been harassed earlier, Connie, walked out of

nagging feeling that Ethan fought for Connie, so I instinctively scrutinized

the bar, I had only noticed her singing. Now, looking at her, she actually seemed quite innocent, with

back, I immediately thought of the guitar in Ethan's room and his unusual behavior that day. I was even more convinced that Ethan fought