Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 220 You're All I Have

The thunder rumbled out of nowhere, and then the rain came pouring down like crazy. Raindrops hammered against the window, making this crackling noise. Watching Ethan right then, I felt both confused and kind of enlightened.

Ethan didn't look up at Victor; he just knelt there, staring straight ahead, respectful but not humble.

"Dad, this is the best meal I've ever had with you. I can't even remember the last time we had a good meal and talked. I made the dishes and bought the wine myself."

Amidst the thunder and rain, there was suddenly the sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps. Then, the door burst open, and a bunch of cops rushed in, surrounding the dining table. Some of them headed upstairs.

Ethan stood up and pulled me, who was totally stunned, to the side.

Victor didn't hide or resist, letting a cop handcuff him.

At that moment, Victor was surprisingly calm. Maybe when Ethan unusually drank and chatted with him calmly, or when Ethan knelt before him, he had already guessed this outcome.

But I didn't see it coming. I didn't expect Ethan to bring me justice so directly, drawing a clear line between right and family. "Let go of me!"

Linda's panicked voice came from upstairs. Soon, she was brought down by several cops, her hands cuffed behind her back. Seeing Victor also being arrested, she was both shocked and terrified, struggling desperately.

Linda said, "Why are you arresting me?"

One of the officers presented an arrest warrant and said firmly, "Victor Windsor, Linda Windsor, we now have enough evidence to prove your involvement in a car accident seventeen years ago. According to the law, we are now arresting you. If you disagree, you can appeal. Take them away!"

Even though this happened seventeen years ago, I believe they knew all about it. So when they heard the officer's words, Linda stopped shouting and struggling, her face going pale, and she seemed unsteady on her feet. But what was the sufficient evidence?

Victor stood up from his chair and slowly looked at Ethan. Ethan leaned against the wall like he was drunk, his eyes red as he looked at his father. Ethan must have been in great pain, but he tried hard to suppress it, not wanting to show his suffering. Victor's look at Ethan was super calm.

Maybe over the past seventeen years, he had already seen this day coming and was ready for it. He knew exactly what he had done, so for him, living one more day was just a bonus. When it was finally time to face justice, he had no reason to fight it.

As the cops led Victor away, he walked calmly, while Linda kept crying and struggling, not wanting to go.

They finally left, and the whole house suddenly felt so quiet and empty. Only the sound of thunder and rain hitting the windows was left, loud and clear.

Looking at the mess on the table and remembering Ethan and Victor just sitting there drinking and chatting, I felt my heart was a mix of emotions.

Ethan was now lying quietly on the sofa, one hand over his eyes, his ears and neck red. He must have been drunk. Even though he was just lying there quietly, I felt like I could see his inner sadness.

I walked over to him, and Ethan pulled me to sit beside him. His drunken eyes looked at me, and he tried to smile but couldn't, the curve of his mouth quickly disappearing.

He hugged me tightly, like a child looking for warmth.

"Emily, you're all I have now."

His sorrowful voice cut through my heart like a knife, and I couldn't understand my feelings at that moment. I didn't feel the satisfaction of revenge, but rather a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.

said

forehead, his

you'll never leave

I didn't respond.

both his father and himself, and I was

escalated to the point where we were hurting each

asked again, more

bit my lip, unsure of what to do, when suddenly

up and saw that it was

and he stopped a few steps away, staring at Ethan lying on the sofa,

but what about me? I have

rushed over, pushed me aside, and pulled Ethan up from

Richard drag him and punch him in the

take out his anger on him without even lifting a finger. Richard pulled and hit him, and even though Ethan's mouth was bruised, he

"Richard, let go!"

and

soon as Richard's grip loosened, Ethan fell back down, staring

in my hands, glaring

the

suddenly deflated, his eyes red and

mom who got taken away,

emotions flared up

were arrested? They caused others' suffering and deserve to

fight seemed to have left him. Slowly, he got up from the floor, walked over to the cluttered dining table, and

had just been opened had only poured one glass. Richard picked up the

while, he put down the bottle and started

said, "I have

he drank too quickly, irritating his throat, making his voice sound hoarse as if it

my bag, and walked over to Richard, handing it to

Richard slowly raised his hand, took the diary, and

"Dad!" he choked out.

Ethan leave, finally getting him

turned back to Richard, who was sitting at the

he turned to look at me,

walked out of the Windsor Family home step

lessened, and the ground was covered in puddles from

called for a driver,

over to assist, helping me get Ethan

seemed to be asleep. After drinking so much, he

a towel to wipe his hands and

I went to check