Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 202 Just an Instinct

Drew shot up from his seat, frowning and scanning the room. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed Ethan was missing.

I darted toward the nearest hallway. The main hall was a mess from the power outage, but the hallway was eerily silent.

I wasn't sure if Ethan had gone this way; it was just a gut feeling. After a few steps, a hand grabbed me and yanked me into a nearby room. "Don't go over there. Stay here."

It was Ethan's deep voice. I spun around to warn him, but he was already gone, shutting the door behind him. A gust of wind hit my face, sending chills down my spine. I quickly opened the door, but Ethan had vanished.

At the end of the hallway, I saw Drew's back, radiating a murderous vibe. He must've been chasing Ethan.

I kicked off my high heels and followed barefoot. The hallway split into two directions, and I hesitated. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside. I followed the noise to the deck and saw a group of people, including the chairman of Unity Emporium, being led away in handcuffs by undercover cops. The chairman, who had been giving a speech earlier, now hung his head in shame.

The deck was packed with onlookers whispering among themselves. I didn't care about the arrests; I only cared about finding Ethan. But Ethan, Drew, and Dennis were nowhere in sight. Did Ethan know he was in danger? With so many cops around, would Drew dare to act recklessly?

I remembered Drew's murderous look when he mentioned Ethan earlier. He seemed like a desperate man with nothing to lose. Desperate men feared nothing. I was truly scared.

My shawl had fallen off, and I stood on the snowy deck in just a thin dress. My palms were sweating, though my back felt icy. Could Ethan have gone back to the hall?

I ran back to the hall, which was in chaos as everyone tried to get out. I was the only one moving against the crowd.

Still no sign of Ethan, and I was on the verge of tears. Suddenly, a hand pulled me behind a pillar, and I fell into an embrace.

"Honey, you're not doing as you're told. I told you to stay put."

Hearing the familiar voice and smelling the familiar scent, I instantly felt my eyes well up.

I had been wearing a mask the whole time. I didn't know how he found me or when he did, but hearing him call me "Honey" made my nose sting with emotion.

I cupped his face and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

He looked into my eyes, serious and earnest, and said, "I'm fine. Listen to me, go downstairs. The cruise ship is very dangerous right now."

I threw myself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"No, we'll go together. You're in danger too, you know? We'll go together."

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Ethan grabbed me, and we hit the ground. A vase shattered nearby. I lay on top of him, gasping, my heart pounding. The bullet had grazed my ear-it was that close. Drew must have found Ethan and was desperate.

I quickly pulled a gun from my bag. I never used it before, but now it had to be useful.

as the chandelier crashed down, seemingly hitting Drew. The police rushed in. In the darkness,

helped me up, and we walked out. Dennis appeared, asking if we were okay. He recognized me without my

couldn't find Drew. Everyone split

Ethan's eyes turned cold. He grabbed me and pulled me aside just as a gunshot rang out from above, leaving a hole

the top deck," someone

up and saw a shadow flash by on

up, and everyone's attention was focused on

for ten years, but

brothers might've been drugged, but

area. Suddenly, a head peeked out from the

stepped in front of him. A searing

Ethan held me, calling

Clutching his arm, Drew leaped overboard. There was

or get caught. Honestly, I didn't care. As long as Ethan

and Ethan knelt, holding me,

so much, but I'm so happy!

was

face, whispering

Honey, call the

name, but his voice

drifted away, I lost all sense of sight and

I didn't regret taking the bullet for

When I woke up, I smelled disinfectant and saw a white

"Emily, you're finally awake."The next second,

like he did when I woke up after giving

and grateful, crying tears

burn on the back of my hand. I looked at his

alive?"

talking about? It's just a minor injury. How could you

it just

emotional as if we had been through life and

the pain

so that all my senses

want to go home," I

thought for

kissed my hand and gently said, "Okay, I'll take you

the discharge procedures and

my old bed, looking at everything familiar, I