Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 147

Chapter 147 One Shouldn't Be Too Greedy

I stared at Ethan, feeling like my heart was getting stomped on. Seriously, it felt like the universe was messing with me.

I was already trying to clear up the mess, and now he caught me alone with Faris. Explaining this? Yeah, right.

Faris, though, was cool as a cucumber, even smirking a bit, not letting Ethan outshine him.

Ethan strolled over to the bed, bent down, grabbed Faris by the collar, and yanked him up.

Faris didn't fight back, just lifted his head with Ethan's pull, his eyes daring him.

Ethan's cigarette fell onto Faris's clothes, burning a hole before hitting the floor.

In the dead silence, Ethan's voice cut through, colder than usual.

"I gave you the land you wanted. Don't push your luck."

Faris just smiled, all chill, and said, "If you hold onto something tight enough, no one can take it from you."

Ethan's face, half-hidden in the shadows, looked even more menacing.

Faris slowly pried Ethan's fingers off his collar, one by one, until Ethan let go. Then he casually straightened his messed-up collar.

I couldn't take my eyes off the bloodstain on his collar.

"Get out," I snapped, pointing to the door.

Faris glanced at me, nodded with a smile, and said, "Alright, I'm going."

He turned his wheelchair around and rolled out slowly.

The sound of the wheels echoed down the hallway, fading away.

I grabbed Ethan's hand. "What happened to your hand?"

He dodged my question, sat on the bed, and lowered his head, his hair falling over his eyes.

"You staying in the hospital makes it hard for me to take care of you. I want to take you home."

Before I could ask more about his hand, the door swung open.

Jason came in with a few nurses, pushing a stretcher.

I only had a head injury and could walk, but Ethan and Jason insisted I use the stretcher, so I went along with it.

The hospital's vehicle took me home with Jason while Ethan drove his car.

I asked Jason, "Why the sudden move home?"

same as

course, we did. It's for your own

carried me into the villa, laying

me to rest and that he'd

set up the coat rack for tomorrow's IV

told me to rest

more comfy than the hospital.

of the time I threw

kept badmouthing me, his words getting

hitting him, crying, screaming like I wanted to tear my

and sadness felt so

face woke me up. I opened my eyes to

been really upset in the dream. I couldn't stop sobbing, and

my tears with his bandaged

to your

little accident," he said

up,

sadness, and my

him, feeling uneasy

"Yes," Ethan said firmly.

"Why?"

head, his nose brushing against my face. His breath tickled

Richard's state, I wouldn't believe him

didn't think Ethan

were you

got into bed, pulled the blanket over us,

driving without a license and

so caught up in my emotions that I didn't think about the consequences at all. Now, I'm starting to feel a bit scared. Lucky for me, I was the only one who got

hand slipping under my

only feel at ease when you're sleeping

belly, making me squirm

I'm just now realizing you're the type to act on impulse.

"Acting on impulse is trouble. People just

breathing was

responsible for yourself at all times. Do you know? I was riding my bike behind you, unable to stop you, and I was really scared. I've never been that scared

"Were you afraid I would

"Yeah," he answered.

everyone has to

its sweet time getting here because I want you around as long

making me drop my defenses and follow

said? Or was he just afraid I

to give me an

Ethan's hand injury, Jason also took

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