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?"

better for recovery. And with me as your private doc, it's the same as being in the hospital." "But it feels like you all planned this," I said, still

did. It's for your

me up and carried me into the villa, laying me on the

and that he'd

up the coat rack for

told me to rest and

in my own bed was way more comfy than the hospital. I

time I threw a snowball

me,

lost it, hitting him, crying, screaming like I wanted to tear

sadness felt so

woke me up. I opened my

really upset in the dream. I couldn't

tears with

your hand?"

little accident," he said

his head up, looking at

felt a wave of sadness, and my voice

looked at him, feeling uneasy

"Yes," Ethan said firmly.

"Why?"

head, his nose brushing against my

state, I wouldn't believe him easily. I'm not

think Ethan had

you

blanket over us, and lay down, his deep voice in my

bunch of places: the insurance company, the traffic police. You were driving without a license and got into an accident. By law, you'd get fined and detained.

I was the only one who got hurt. If I'd hurt someone else, I'd probably

bandaged hand slipping under my

at ease when you're sleeping next

belly, making me squirm

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

a bit embarrassed and mumbled softly, "Acting on impulse is trouble. People just aren't rational when they do

breathing was

at all times. Do you know? I was riding my bike behind you, unable to stop you, and I was really

asked, "Were you

"Yeah," he answered.

has to

time getting here because I want you

defenses

not care about what Richard said? Or was he just afraid I would continue to

to give me an

of Ethan's hand injury, Jason also took on the task of

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