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?'

hand slid down to my waist, pulling me closer. "Emily, I can tell you the

my hands on his chest, keeping my

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

I knew his "comfort" had another meaning, but I

my silence, he probably took it as agreement. 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

"I figured you saw

you tell the truth when you were clearly taking her to a prenatal checkup?"

didn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. I didn't expect it to

understand. "No matter what, she's your sister-in-law. It's not your duty to take care of her, is

my sister-in-law,"

I was confused.

in prison, and doesn't want to abort the baby. She's just a college student and has sacrificed a lot. Her

that was it. I really misunderstood him. He wasn't unfaithful; he was kind

out. Her eyes were

Ethan and I moved to the front seats,

silence was awkward. After a while, Sophie finally spoke up. "Emily, I'm sorry for causing the misunderstanding. There's really nothing

embarrassed I felt, especially remembering how I had followed them like a private detective yesterday, wasting a lot of money on

me, his faint smile showing he fully

it was all

you yesterday, I

about

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

you feel that insecure being with me?" Ethan's voice suddenly came

and met his gaze, our eyes locking. After a moment, I looked away and said, "You're always so mysterious. How can

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

embarrassed to look at him and mumbled, "Following someone as smart as you, I have to learn a thing

out to ruffle my hair. "Since you're so eager to

thought such a warm gesture would never

I had guessed, he took me

parking lot at Skyline International Corporation was enormous. I felt like I

getting out of the car, he held my hand and led me out of the garage, entering through the main

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

out of here alive today? I think those women

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

thinking, I suddenly asked, "Are you particularly

mind, 'Damn! Why does that sound