Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 151 Not the Right Guy for You

It was Kyle.

When I finally pushed through the crowd, Kyle was still going at it, punching and kicking Katherine.

"How did I end up with someone as useless as you? You even took fake money in a deal. What good are you to me?"

He kept cursing her out, each word nastier than the last. She was curled up, trying to shield herself with her hands, crying and begging him to stop.

"Hey, knock it off!" I yelled.

Kyle paused and looked at me. Then he noticed Ethan standing behind me and finally backed off.

"Katherine, get up." I reached out to help Katherine off the ground.

Katherine was bundled up in thick clothes, so I couldn't see all her injuries. But her face was swollen, her hand was bleeding, and her hair was a mess from rolling around.

I always knew Kyle was a jerk, but I didn't think he'd act like this in public.

"Come on, Katherine. Let's get you some medicine." Ignoring Kyle, I helped Katherine away, and he didn't try to stop us.

Ethan drove while we sat in the back. Katherine sobbed the whole way.

I patted her back, trying to comfort her. "Does Kyle usually hit you like this?"

Katherine wiped her tears and said, "When he's in a bad mood, he takes it out on me. Especially this year, with business being slow and money tight. The kid got pneumonia and is still in the hospital, and the bills are high. We tried selling Christmas stuff, but I took fake money by mistake. Kyle got mad and beat me up. He doesn't treat me like a human, and no one around could stop him."

Since she mentioned the kid in the hospital, I decided to visit.

Mary was there alone and looked surprised to see me. She then started crying about how hard life was and didn't even notice Katherine was hurt.

I glanced at the sleeping kid with a bandage on his forehead. Finding veins in kids is tough, so they had to put the needle in his forehead.

It was sad, but I felt nothing listening to Mary.

Mary kept glancing at Ethan while talking to me.

When she finally quieted down, I said calmly, "Mary, everyone has to overcome many obstacles in life. When I was a kid, I lost my dad, and my mom was bedridden. It was tough, but life goes on. I managed as a child, and you have many adults. to take care of one child. It shouldn't be too difficult."

Mary wasn't dumb; she got what I was saying and looked embarrassed.

to get some warm water because my hands were cold, and I wanted to

the Ward family, she's part of the family. Katherine was raised by her parents too. Kyle beat her so badly today, and there's a limit to anyone's endurance. If Kyle keeps this up,

but her face showed she knew all about

pulled her to the bedside,

just anxious about raising money for the treatment. Please forgive him." Since I walked into the ward, Mary had

remembered that when my dad

faster, like something

back in the car that I took a deep breath, feeling like I'd been

Ethan saw my family's drama, I

help with a Christmas Eve

Ethan and I drove there. Walking in, I felt nostalgic-it had been over a decade since I

for us at the school gate

expected the school to be bustling, but it was

as it was over a decade ago; all the buildings had been completely

classroom in the whole building had its lights on, and you could hear faint laughter and

were playing in the middle. At the teacher's desk, a teacher was

called out, and the

got excited right away when

stood up slowly,

adjusted his glasses.

tingle, and

school and out. He

me in, and lingered for a moment before

"Yeah, we do."

showing. But

over and gave him a warm hug, and he gently

the right time. Everyone can

had leukemia and had stopped coming to school for treatment. The students wanted to write a thousand wish cards for her on Christmas Eve, hoping she'd

carefully writing heartfelt messages in Christmas cards, really

was different from when I was a student, but it still brought back

out. "Emily, I remember you were a kind girl back then. Want to join

looked at Benjamin and nodded with a smile.

to me and

course." I handed him

a bit embarrassed, and whispered,

gently. "It's a Christmas wish. Just write whatever you feel

and started writing on