Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 241 Rebellion

I forced myself to look away, twisted open the drink in my hand, and took a sip to hide my embarrassment.

A girl suddenly rushed up to me, saying excitedly, "Ethan, is the drink good?"

I glanced at the drink in my hand, realizing it might have been the one she handed me earlier. My gaze inadvertently swept across her chest. The girl was wearing a T-shirt that was more form-fitting than the school uniform, and her bust was a size larger than Emily's. But I didn't feel the same blush and heartbeat as before and quickly looked away.

"Thanks! It's good!" I said.

I didn't play in the second half, but our team still won. Emily stomped her foot, and seeing her frustrated look, I couldn't help but laugh.

After the basketball game, there was a 2-mile race, and to my surprise, I saw Emily at the starting line. She was actually participating in the 2-mile endurance race, which surprised me. I stood by the track, wanting to see how her small frame would complete the 2 miles.

At the start of the race, many people overtook Emily, but she wasn't in a hurry, maintaining her own pace steadily. Slowly, she overtook one person after another. By the last two laps, she was struggling, her face flushed red. I couldn't help but feel anxious for her, cheering her on in my heart.

When Emily crossed the finish line, Emily finally couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground. At that moment, I didn't hesitate for a second and rushed over, picking her up and heading towards the infirmary.

Several teachers and classmates gathered around. The teacher asked me to hand Emily over to them, but I didn't let go. I thought to myself, 'Emily couldn't be in trouble!'

I carried her into the infirmary and laid her on the bed. She wasn't completely unconscious, her eyes half-open as if she wanted to say something but didn't have the strength.

The doctor immediately examined Emily, saying she was exhausted, and quickly gave her some water and medication, and started an IV. She must have been very tired and finally fell asleep.

I stood by the bed, watching her peaceful sleeping face. Her long eyelashes drooped, occasionally trembling slightly, as if she was having a bad dream. Her hand with the IV needle was outside the blanket, looking pitifully thin. Seeing her like this, I quietly felt a growing sense of pity.

didn't leave until the IV was almost finished. She moved slightly, as if about to wake up, and I quickly left the infirmary. Standing outside the window, I paused, looking in through the window. Seeing her open her

every teacher and classmate she passed. Benjamin handed her some

down. One day in class, the teacher called me out and told me something had happened at home. I rushed to the hospital, but by the time I got there, Cindy

in her

taking care of me. She'd been sick for a long time, but I never thought it would take her

he heartbroken? Or was he relieved? Had he been waiting for this day, tired of having a sick person at home, tired

the day Cindy died, Victor brought Linda into our

Martin told me Cindy's bronchial atrophy was the main cause of her sudden suffocation. But I believed Victor bringing

who skipped school, spending time in internet cafes, playing cards, drinking, and getting into fights.

broken home left me shattered. I just

down and dragged my drunken self back home. When I sobered up, I found myself

time, he spoke to me sincerely. He said he understood my sadness over losing Cindy, that he would step up as a father, and that he would quit drugs. He seemed so genuine that I actually believed him. But a month later, Victor brought Linda and Richard home and announced that Richard was his

an outsider in my own home. Richard acted like he owned the

argued with him in the living room. Out of nowhere, he grabbed a fruit knife from the

the time and were shocked. Victor wanted to rush me to the hospital, and I could see a trace of worry in his eyes.

to burden him, but he was the only relative who truly cared for me. I

helped me patch up my wound, cursing Victor the whole time. After that, he took me in, and the home I had known for over a decade was completely given to them. Living with

a gift from Martin. Even though he didn't support me getting into music, he still made it happen. At that time, my outlook on life was pretty twisted. I thought, 'If Dad can live so freely when he should be responsible, why do I have to live such a

I played music, grew my hair long, and went wild with a group of friends,

come to Martin's house to take me back for a few days, probably to avoid public scrutiny. After all, with Cindy gone, what would people say if he didn't

go back, but I couldn't be