Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 239 Opposition

Compared to the shy way Emily used to say "thank you," her voice was much clearer now as she read the text.

Through the door, I could picture her sitting upright at her desk, totally engrossed in her book. I placed the cupcakes at the door, knocked lightly twice, and then quickly ran to the next floor. After a bit, I heard the door creak open. "Who is it?" Emily asked cautiously.

I pressed myself against the hallway wall, holding my breath, staying silent. For the past two years, I'd been keeping an eye on her and doing these little things, but she had no clue about me. After a while, I heard the door close. Taking a few quiet steps up, I peeked and saw the cupcakes were gone. As I walked downstairs and hopped on my bike to leave, I instinctively glanced up at her window. To my surprise, she was peeking out. I nervously looked down, pedaled fast, and rode out of Broadway Alley.

I thought to myself, 'Why am I so nervous?'

Honestly, I could totally be friends with Emily, care for her, and protect her. After all, she didn't know who I was or the truth. But I just didn't have the guts, probably because I was scared she'd see through my guilt.

Just like before, when I finally got the courage to offer to walk her home, Emily didn't even look up at me. Her shyness and my guilt meant we would never interact directly. I rode my bike to the hospital. Martin wasn't in his office; I heard he was in surgery, so I sat in the office waiting.

The office walls were covered with tons of certificates, all of Martin's honors. I didn't know how long I waited, but Martin finally came back, taking off his gloves as he walked in. He looked tired but was pleasantly surprised to see me. Martin said, "Ethan, what brings you here?"

I handed him the cupcakes.

"Mom asked me to bring this. Grandpa, can you come home for dinner after the surgery? Mom's cooking."

Martin sat behind his desk, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and flipped through the medical records on the desk, saying, "There's another surgery later, the patient is waiting. I can't go home now."

Then Martin asked, "Has your dad gone back?"

I stood up and said, "I was just about to call him."

Martin slammed the medical record on the table, somewhat angrily, and said, "You must get him back for me. You're already grown up, and he still acts irresponsibly!"

Martin knew all about Victor's craziness. I never got why Victor's temperament and character were nothing like Martin's, and I was nothing like Victor. By the time I left the hospital and got to the stone factory, it was already late. I immediately spotted Victor's car parked in front of the bungalow.

I knocked on the door. Victor asked who it was from inside, but I didn't answer. I was feeling stubborn and rebellious, not wanting to talk to him. After a bit, the door finally opened, and I caught a glimpse of panic on Victor's face. "What are you doing here?"

sent back by him. I had a suspicion, so I pushed him aside and walked in,

holding back the urge to hit him. I grabbed the stuff and was about to throw it out.

started picking up the stuff bit by bit, heartbroken. I hated how

so angry, my chest felt like it was going to explode. Locking the door, I dragged a rope out from under the bed, pulled Victor up from the floor, and forced

dare you!

He was no longer my match. This wasn't the first time I tied him up. The last

like a completely different person. At times, he was overly submissive, and at other times, he was aggressively volatile. I

didn't want him to bully Cindy anymore. I felt I was doing the

was really worried we'd end up like that. Victor was tied to the chair, unable to move, and he cursed at me, spewing all kinds of nasty words. I just

taught me about respecting our elders, and I saw how she treated them with such respect. If it weren't for those values she instilled

Even though his promises meant nothing to me, I

Victor to go home. They probably saw the car

didn't want the workers to see him in such

the workers left, everything quieted down, and

got tired of cursing and finally

there was a knock on the

Victor, are you

must have been worried because I

Victor and Linda, Cindy hadn't come to the stone factory, probably to avoid seeing

glared at me. I didn't want to let him go easily this time. But Cindy's knocking was urgent, and I didn't want her to worry, so I eventually

were you doing? Why did

scolding me." I threw out an excuse and went to get

is Ethan's birthday. Come home early for

locked the door and went to start the car. My mom called me to

table. I couldn't remember the last time we had a meal

had a choice, I really wouldn't want to be his son. Cindy probably sensed something

but you can try harder next time. Ethan, tell me, how did

my fork, pulled my backpack over, and