Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 213 Saved the Galaxy in a Previous Life

Right away, someone yanked my hair hard.

Faye yelled, "Bitch, what do you even have to be proud of? Let me tell you, Ethan has always loved my sister, always. So stop feeling so good about yourself."

It felt like my scalp was about to be ripped off. I wanted to fight back, but she was behind me, pulling my hair, leaving me stuck and unable to do anything. "Let go!"

Ethan's steady, angry voice rang in my ear.

I struggled to open my eyes, sticky with coffee, and saw Ethan gripping Faye's arm tightly. He looked furious.

Faye was startled by his shout but stubbornly refused to let go. A fleeting look of grievance in her eyes was replaced by fierce determination, like she was ready to risk everything. "Security!" Ethan called out in a deep voice.

Soon, hurried footsteps approached from all directions.

Several security guards quickly restrained Faye and carefully freed my hair from her grasp.

"Let go of me! Emily, you bitch, you stole Ethan, and now you're flaunting it to suppress me. I curse you to hell."

Faye struggled under the control of the security guards, shouting insults and attracting more and more onlookers. Ethan ignored her, bent down, and used a tissue to wipe my face.

"Did you get burned?"

I shook my head. Luckily, the coffee had cooled down.

But my clothes and phone were stained.

The receptionist found a small women's blazer, and Ethan draped it over me to cover my messy appearance.

Someone else brought wet wipes to help clean my face and hair.

I said, "Thank you," and took the wet wipes to clean myself up a bit.

I knew I looked a mess, but the real clown wasn't me.

I stood up and looked at Faye, who was still cursing me like a madwoman.

She had dressed up meticulously for the audition today. But now, after her tantrum, she looked like a crazy person with her disheveled hair and foul language. "Faye, shut up!" Ethan snapped coldly.

Faye finally stopped cursing, looking at Ethan with hurt eyes, her lips trembling, tears welling up.

Ethan gently held my shoulder, as if afraid I might get too emotional.

But I just looked at Faye and smiled calmly.

"You look like an ugly, crazy, foolish shrew right now."

Faye struggled, glaring at me through her messy hair, her expression as if she wanted to hit me.

a hairstylist can restyle my hair, my clothes and phone can be replaced. I

momentarily stunned, no longer struggling, like my question

in fickle emotions. If your skills and abilities are limited, don't have a big temper and big desires, or you'll get in trouble and end up in

I watched her face. The fierceness

right path. Don't be too eager for quick success, or those little tricks might end up

nodded and

at Ethan with tearful eyes,

outfit, then went to a salon to wash

him about looking for a spokesperson and

mostly because she has a bad reputation. If I hired her, it would ruin

his knife and fork with his long fingers and

me, he just smiled faintly. "I

what do you care about?" I

of steak and brought it to my mouth. I opened my mouth

cut steak in front of me and

only care if you found

"Why?"

you did, it would make you

to explain anything.

lonely on weekends, and

I had been injured, recovered, taken over

visited Martin. He only knew about his great-grandchildren from phone calls and hadn't met them yet. That weekend, we

we walked into the yard, we

both called out,

and immediately lit up with

two precious great-grandchildren to see

in, I noticed someone else by the vegetable

his white shirt sleeves half-rolled up and was using a small hoe to loosen the soil. Hearing the commotion, he straightened up and looked

last night. He's

of what happened that night at the old house, I

had already taken Harper from my hands. "Come, let me

said, "Grandpa, this is

the one in Ethan's arms, I said, "This

his arms. "I used to rush you to have kids, and now you give

he didn't look as healthy as before. After holding the baby for a while, he seemed tired, with large beads

quickly took the child back and had Martin sit down to

in the chair, Martin smiled and reassured

nothing, don't worry. People get older day by day; I can't be the

but our faces

that, I handed Harper to Ethan and went into

had brought our own ingredients, and I was familiar with Martin's

occasionally drifted in from

I couldn't help

any help?" A

"No, you go keep Grandpa company.