Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 51 His Identity

Prison was full of stories.

Sophie's back in her white dress still looked young, but she seemed heavier, and her hands hung awkwardly, showing her nerves.

I looked away from her and turned to Ethan. I was calmer now. "What's the truth?"

Ethan took a drag of his cigarette and reached for my hand. I tried to pull away, but he held on tight. "Let's talk in the car. I've been standing all night. I'm beat!" 'Standing all night?' I realized I couldn't ignore Ethan's issues anymore. His tired voice worried me.

We got in the back seat, and I leaned against the car door, keeping some distance between us.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Ethan leaned back, giving me a tired smile.

I didn't answer, showing my stubbornness with silence and distance.

The car windows rolled down. Ethan took out a cigarette, lit it, and rested his hand on the window. "What do you want to know?"

"She's only nineteen. What's going on with you two? What's the deal with her baby? Why did you bring me here? Who did she visit?" I kept asking.

Ethan chuckled. "Emily, you care a lot. Have you fallen for me?"

My breath caught, meeting his calm, smiling eyes, and my heart raced.

I wondered, 'Why do I care so much? Have I really fallen for him?'

Ethan reached for my hand, pulling me closer. I didn't move.

"Come closer, it's hard to talk from so far away." He sounded amused.

After a moment, I moved a bit closer.

He suddenly tossed the cigarette, turned to face me, and straightened my shoulders. "What did you mean by that text?"

I tried to stay calm. "Exactly what it says."

"Emily, you're not playing fair," he said.

I looked at him, confused. He continued, "You're judging without a trial. Is that how you handle cases?"

I thought, 'Is he claiming to be wronged?'

down to my waist, pulling me closer. "Emily, I can tell

his chest, keeping my distance, and stared at him warily.

mischievous smile and lowered his voice. "If I've done something wrong, you can do whatever you want

seemed confident, like I had really wronged him. I knew his "comfort" had another meaning, but I was more eager

He released me and leaned back, pulling out another cigarette, playing with the lighter. "The person she visited is my half-brother, Richard Windsor. She's carrying his child." My eyes widened. "You're really a responsible brother, taking care of your sister-in-law so meticulously, buying things for her, and accompanying

my sarcasm, he tugged at his lips helplessly. "I figured you

were clearly

pinched my face. "I didn't want to cause

sister-in-law. It's not your duty to

really my

I was confused.

by mistake. But she's persistent, wanting to be with him even if he's in prison, and doesn't want to abort the baby. She's just a college student and has sacrificed a lot. Her family isn't well-off

was it. I really misunderstood him.

Sophie came out. Her eyes were red;

to the front seats, and she

one spoke. The silence was awkward. After a while, Sophie finally spoke up. "Emily, I'm sorry

felt, especially remembering how I had followed them like

faint smile showing he

it was all real pregnancy advice. I didn't mean any

you yesterday, I

innocent. Thinking about her situation, I felt even more sympathy

arrived at her neighborhood, she waved goodbye as she got out of the car. I watched

with me?" Ethan's voice

After a moment, I looked away and said, "You're always so mysterious. How can

hands on the steering wheel, looking at me with a faint smile. "There are some things

and mumbled, "Following someone as smart as you, I have to learn a thing

hair. "Since you're so eager to know, I'll grant your

thought such a warm

I had guessed, he took me directly

International Corporation was enormous. I felt

me out of the garage, entering through the main

"Mr. Windsor," and the women glared at me like their eyes were knives. I was so intimidated that I didn't dare to breathe loudly. I wanted to let go of his hand, but he held on tighter, not giving me a chance

those women want to kill me,"

elevator doors closed, cutting off the outside stares, he finally looked at me. "Do you remember?

I suddenly asked, "Are you particularly popular with women in

cursed in my mind, 'Damn! Why does that