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?"

Home's 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,"

we did. It's for your

and carried me into

told me to rest and

the coat rack for tomorrow's IV

he told me to

was way more comfy than the hospital. I fell

dreamed of the time I threw a snowball

kept badmouthing me, his words

him, crying, screaming like I

and sadness felt so

on my face woke me up. I opened my

been really upset in the dream.

wiped my tears with his bandaged

happened to your

little accident," he

up, looking at me

dream, I felt a wave of sadness, and my voice was hoarse. "Do you

looked at him, feeling

"Yes," Ethan said firmly.

"Why?"

nose brushing against my

I wouldn't believe him

think Ethan had no

you all

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

a 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 didn't want that, so I was

at all. Now, I'm starting to feel a bit scared. Lucky for me, I was the only one who got hurt. If I'd hurt

me tighter, his bandaged hand slipping under

when you're sleeping next to

on my belly, making me squirm from the

I'm just now realizing you're the

and mumbled softly, "Acting on impulse is trouble. People just

breathing was

Do you know? I was riding my bike behind you, unable to stop you, and I was

you

"Yeah," he answered.

has to

time getting here because I

defenses and follow

said? Or was

Jason came to

hand injury, Jason also took on the

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