Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 176 I Am Not Taking the Blame for This

I stood there, totally at a loss.

"Richard! Watch out for your injury!" Linda came rushing in, her high heels clicking loudly, shouting as she ran. When Richard tried to throw another punch, Linda grabbed him.

Richard gritted his teeth, pressing one hand against his shoulder, glaring at Ethan like he wanted to kill him.

His injury probably hadn't fully healed, so his violent actions were hurting both others and himself.

Ethan didn't fight back; he just looked at him calmly. "Are you crazy?"

"Yeah, I'm crazy. Today, I'm gonna fight you."

Richard was red with anger, but I had no clue what he was mad about.

Since New Year's Eve, my impression of Richard had changed. I thought he wasn't inherently bad. And after he risked his life to save Abby, I considered him a decent person.

For him to be so impulsive today, something must have happened.

Linda said, "Richard, your injury hasn't healed yet. How can you fight? You'll only hurt yourself more. I'll feel sorry for you."

Linda kept trying to calm him down, but Richard pushed her away.

Richard took a step forward, pointing at Ethan. "Ethan, you need to explain yourself today. Was it you who blew up the cemetery Faris was building near Silent Grove Village? Answer me!"

He kicked the coffee table, causing the glass cups on it to shatter on the floor.

I looked at Ethan in shock.

"No." Ethan was really calm.

Richard, furious, threw another punch, which Ethan caught.

Richard shook off his hand and yelled, "You're lying! Do you think we're all idiots? I checked the surveillance at the entrance of Silent Grove Village. Your car was there last night, and the cemetery was blown up last night. Are you still denying it? Do you have the guts to do it but not to admit it? You're a bastard."

He made a compelling argument. And after hearing what Richard said, I couldn't help but look at Ethan with suspicion, recalling that Ethan had gone out late last night.

Although I didn't want to be involved with Faris or care about his affairs, I knew he had gone to great lengths to acquire that land and build a cemetery there for a reason. A grave often holds more significance than a house for the living. Now that the cemetery was blown up, Faris would go crazy when he found out, wouldn't he?

Ethan pressed his fingers against the corner of his mouth where Richard had punched him and said calmly, "You want to force me to admit to something I didn't do? You've got the wrong person. I'm not taking the blame for this." Linda tried to persuade. "Richard, let's go. You need to get an X-ray to see if you pulled anything. Why are you so agitated? If it's blown up, it's blown up. It shouldn't have existed in the first place."

As Linda dragged Richard out, he kept cursing, "I'm telling you, this isn't over. Faris won't let you off either."

It wasn't until they were out the door that Richard's cursing gradually faded and finally quieted down.

I stood still for a while before grabbing a broom to sweep up the broken glass.

"Was it you?" I asked, looking at Ethan sitting on the couch.

Ethan looked at me, calm and composed. "No."

there in the middle of

lighter in his hand. After a long while, he said, "Trust me, it wasn't

nodded. "I

asked again just to confirm the

gone cold, so

ate breakfast as if

After breakfast, Ethan left.

Richard at the hospital that day. Linda and Victor had always been resentful of the cemetery. They were the ones who least wanted it to exist, not Ethan. But now that the cemetery was destroyed and

there was something I

be that Victor did this to

Ethan, Ethan was still his son. He wouldn't let Ethan take

the past few days: Arthur's revenge, Zachary being wanted, Faris's cemetery being blown up. It felt

beauty center as usual. Today was a practical class, but I was

look well. What's wrong?" Aurora asked

"I'm sorry, Aurora. I've had some insomnia these past two days and

and rest. Your health is important," Aurora

in the right state, so

mind was tangled

We were exposed, and he was in the shadows. As long as he was alive, he would definitely seek

monitoring the police's movements, hoping for news about Zachary and Bella, but I was also

out about the cemetery being blown up, he would definitely come

believe what Richard

the evening, I

after taking a bite, Ethan

"What's wrong?" I asked.

this. Let's have spaghetti instead. I'll make it." With that, he

back in surprise, then looked

a bite, and it was so salty that I immediately ran to the trash

kitchen, I saw Ethan throwing the food into a boiling

I said quietly, feeling

me a faint smile. "Even a sharpshooter can't hit the bullseye every time. A chef can

he placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of

with a fried egg on

mean a lot to me if you could eat a

night, because of the warmth of the spaghetti, I temporarily forgot

liked these simple and

just hoped that Ethan and I could continue living like this, peacefully and quietly, until

noon, after receiving a phone call, I changed clothes and was about to hail a cab when I saw a familiar

got out of the car and said, "Mrs. Windsor, where are you going? I'll take

in the car, I curiously

instructed me

a

didn't say anything

drive to

me, not too close but not too far, keeping a distance of about

the ward door, I immediately saw Vivian lying on the bed, staring blankly out the

the small sofa beside her stood up as soon as