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.

my

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

didn't say anything, but her face showed she knew all about

came back, Mary immediately pulled her to the bedside,

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

that

faster, like something

I got back in the car that I took a deep

my family's drama, I felt deeply

for help with

there. Walking in, I felt

us at the school gate and then

be bustling, but it

no longer the same as it was over a decade ago; all

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

the spacious room, the desks and chairs were pushed to the sides, and the kids were playing in the middle. At the teacher's desk, a teacher was busy writing Christmas cards with a

and

right

up slowly, like in

his glasses.

started to tingle, and my eyes

was in Class Three, and he taught Class One. But he knew about my family's situation and took great care of me, both in school and out. He often tutored me and brought

Ethan, who had followed me in, and lingered for a

"Yeah, we do."

white hair showing. But his

him a warm hug, and

you came at the right

for treatment. The students wanted to write a thousand wish cards

desk, a few girls were carefully writing heartfelt messages

classroom. It was different from when I was a student, but

rang out. "Emily, I remember you were a kind

looked at Benjamin and nodded with a

me and whispered, "Can

him a piece of

bit embarrassed, and whispered, "I don't know what

at him gently. "It's a Christmas wish. Just write whatever

started writing on the