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.

warm water because my hands were cold, and I

he hits Katherine? Today, Katherine accepted counterfeit money while selling things, and Kyle beat her again. Since Katherine married into 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, one day Katherine won't be able to take it

her face showed she knew all

her to the bedside, carefully checking her face with a

now, the kid's illness is the priority. Kyle is just anxious about raising money for the treatment. Please forgive him." Since I walked into the ward, Mary had been going on about money. Hearing her

us, seeing us off. I remembered that when

faster, like something was

until I got back in the car that I took a deep breath, feeling

saw my family's drama, I felt

way, Lacey called asking for help with a Christmas

Walking in, I felt nostalgic-it had been over a decade since I

at the school gate and

the school to be bustling, but

same as it was over a decade ago; all

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

chairs were pushed to the sides, and the kids were playing in the middle. At the teacher's desk, a teacher

and the teacher

excited right away

slowly, like in

adjusted his glasses.

started to tingle, and my eyes got a bit

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 me

eyes landed on Ethan, who had followed me in, and lingered for

"Yeah, we do."

white hair showing. But his kind and gentle

rushed over and gave him a warm hug, and he gently patted

at the right time. Everyone can

coming to school for treatment. The students wanted to write a thousand

few girls were carefully writing heartfelt messages in Christmas

when I was a student,

voice, filled with a smile, rang out. "Emily, I remember you were a kind girl back then.

and

to me and whispered, "Can I

him

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

to laugh and smiled at him gently. "It's a

and started writing on