Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 229 What Should Be Done

The guy kept switching up his swimming strokes, making little waves on the otherwise calm sea.

I could hardly believe my eyes and just stared, momentarily forgetting my sadness.

While I was in a daze, the man in the sea had already started swimming towards the shore.

I slowly stood up, feeling my legs go weak. Jason quickly reached out to support me, and I barely managed to stand firm.

Seeing the man walking straight toward us, I rubbed my face, tight from dried tears, and started to sweat.

"What's wrong?"

Jason must have sensed my tension.

From about 30 feet away, I became more certain that I hadn't seen wrong.

I thought to myself, 'Will he recognize me?'

In a panic, I turned and buried my face in Jason's chest.

Jason's body stiffened, and he probably thought I was still upset, so he gently patted my back to comfort me.

"Let's go back!"

I looked up and grabbed his arm.

He nodded at me, and we immediately got into the car.

Before the car could start, there was a knock on the window, and my heart jumped into my throat.

On Jason's side of the window, a large man's hand was pressed against the glass. Through the window, I could see the muscular arm and the solid, bare chest of the hand's owner. Jason must have noticed my tension, so he didn't open the window right away.

The man outside knocked more urgently, determined not to give up. If we didn't open the window, it would seem suspicious.

I took a deep breath and signaled Jason to open the window.

Slowly, the window rolled down, and the man outside bent down to look inside the car.

Water droplets slid down his tattooed chest, and his hair was still dripping. He glanced at Jason first, then fixed his gaze on my face.

My eyes fell on the scar on his shoulder and then calmly moved away.

I wasn't sure if he recognized me, given that on the cruise that night, I was heavily made up and wearing a mask.

"I was hoping to catch a ride. Is that okay?" he asked, looking at me.

Jason looked at me, indicating that it was up to me.

I secretly clenched the hem of my clothes and forced a smile, saying, "Where are you headed?"

"Skyline International Corporation."

this,

said, "Sorry, Sir. It's not on our way, and we have some urgent

and released his hand from the

"Okay, thanks!"

away in the rearview mirror, I felt my heart was still pounding like crazy. "What's wrong? You seem really nervous. Do you know him?" Jason

my head,

did know

name was Drew. He was the one who shot me on the cruise.

jumping into the sea. Everyone thought he

in the café across from Skyline International Corporation, he held Ethan's photo

of grudge did

everything became

home, looking at me with

know why he did this. But I know you're feeling terrible. Seeing you

slightly. "I think

left,

two kids were sleeping, and the

of water and drank it in one go, but my heart

a bit today, and I was really

the appearance of Drew, which

door, as I bent down to change my shoes, I stopped. Memories of that grand banquet on the cruise and

I

shoes back and returned to the living room, sitting back on the

calm down. After several internal struggles, just as I didn't know what to do, I suddenly heard

up. Since they slept together, when

into the room and held them,

small objects, strange sounds, and vivid expressions. They were so carefree, their innocent faces lighting up with pure joy. Nothing could dampen their spirits, not

the end, I didn't go anywhere and spent the whole day at

last time I had done these things. Since getting busy with my career, I

I couldn't sleep. In the quiet of the night, certain thoughts in my mind

Worry, panic, helplessness, struggle.

to myself, 'Should I do something, or should

old, and in these 28 years, I had never felt

being my father's killer,

hesitated for a long time, and finally

the phone, "Frank got dragged off by his buddies to play poker, and it looks like they're planning to go all night.

a playful smile, "You want to ask about Ethan, right? I see

held the phone in

there. The woman he brought left, so now it's just the

hanging up, I still couldn't sleep all night, staring at the ceiling until

in the morning, Faris came over, bringing some

more adorable. They weren't very shy, and maybe because Faris brought toys, they quickly warmed

a doll. Faris had Harper on his lap, playing with her. Suddenly, Harper froze for a few

but it was too late. The spot where Harper was sitting on Faris's pants changed color and started to spread. Faris said helplessly, "Little one, you just gave

Harper for

the wet spot on his pants

about that. You should go wash up,"

in the bedroom. After a while, I remembered that I didn't have any men's pants here. What would he wear