Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 133 Give Me Some Warmth

I freaked out and rushed over, yanking out a tissue to help him wipe, my hands shaking like crazy.

Ethan grabbed my hand, all calm and cool. "It's okay."

How could this be okay?

"Victor, you..."

Jason got up too, staring at Victor, totally confused.

Victor, though, was still fuming, his eyes darting around like he was hunting for another weapon.

"Can't you just talk it out?"

I tried to calm Victor down, but my words were like air to him.

He spotted Ethan's grip strength bar by the TV cabinet. Without a word, he snatched it and charged at Ethan.

What kind of dad beats his kid like this? What did Ethan do to deserve this?

Ethan, at twenty-nine, was strong and fit. Physically, old man Victor was no match. But Ethan just stood there, stone-faced, not even trying to dodge, ready to take the hit. Without thinking, I threw myself in front of him.

Victor's blow landed right on my shoulder.

Even though it was winter and I had thick clothes on, that grip strength bar was heavy, and my shoulder went numb with pain.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, thinking that no matter how much it hurt, it couldn't be worse than Ethan's bleeding forehead. "Emily." Ethan held me, calling my name, his blood dripping onto my face.

I could hear the tension in his voice.

But Victor wasn't done. He was ready to strike again.

Jason jumped in and grabbed the grip strength bar just in time.

"Calm down," Jason yelled.

Victor tugged twice, but Jason held on tight. Finally, Victor let go, still fuming, breathing hard, and pointing a shaky finger at Ethan. "You bastard, get that land back for me."

Jason and I exchanged confused looks.

Ethan got it, though. Blood dripped from his forehead, and his calm, indifferent expression made him look terrifyingly fierce. "How can I take back the land I've already given away?" he said calmly.

Maybe it was this stubborn attitude that really set Victor off.

weapon and tried to go at Ethan with his hands. But Jason

solve anything," Jason

kicked in our direction, missing Ethan but knocking over a cup on

water,

my aching shoulder, I watched the frenzied Victor, feeling like things had spiraled out of

rolled back, and

"What's wrong?"

him flat and started first

scared I didn't know what to do. It took me a few seconds

the blow Victor had dealt me earlier. All I knew was that he

breakdown, Ethan was a principled guy who valued family. Even if he didn't like Victor, deep down, he still cared for his

consequences, Ethan would be tormented with

an ambulance,"

phone to make

ambulance, and Jason followed

wanted to bandage him

Victor got to the hospital, he had chilled out a lot. After the docs checked him out and asked a few questions, they said his blood pressure spiked 'cause he got super pissed, but he wasn't in any real danger. The doc gave Ethan a look. "Young man, don't be too impulsive. Sometimes you need

Ethan just stayed quiet.

one night, so I took him to get

to hang in there while she applied the medicine. I bet it hurt

Ethan didn't even flinch, his face a blank

twice since I'd known him, and

real pain wasn't in

the bandaging, as we walked towards Victor's room, Ethan

I turned back, surprised.

it hurt?" he asked, looking at

describe how I felt at that moment. I felt both heartache and warmth, my eyes welling

my arm and shook my head firmly. "It doesn't hurt,

the room, Victor was awake and

there too, Linda, who didn't look

How could you be so careless

still didn't know what had made Victor

and staring into the distance, calmly said, "I'm not a good son. But you must be a good wife.

"You bastard."

came from behind, followed

to take care of your health. Getting angry won't change

I

drove us back

the bathroom, I came out to find Ethan half-lying on

only the cigarette in his hand