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.

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 eyes, I finally left. The next morning, I was hanging out across from Broadway Alley, waiting. Emily came out with her backpack, looking like she

watching as she greeted every teacher and classmate she passed. Benjamin handed her some milk and eggs, and she

to the hospital, but by the time I got there, Cindy was already on the brink. She tried to say something, but no words came out, just tears streaming

go of me. I saw it in her

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

he relieved? Had he been waiting for this day, tired of

the funeral, I heard from neighbors that on the day Cindy died, Victor brought Linda into our home, and not long after,

wasn't so simple. I confronted Victor, but he denied everything. When I pushed him, he said Cindy had a sudden attack and couldn't breathe. Later, Martin told me Cindy's bronchial atrophy was the main cause of her sudden suffocation. But I believed Victor bringing Linda home had triggered it, angering Cindy and causing her attack. I thought Martin knew this too, so after Cindy's death, he

a fit of rage. I started hanging out with classmates who skipped school, spending time in internet cafes, playing cards, drinking, and getting into fights. I didn't want

broken home left me shattered. I just wanted to

home. When I sobered up, I found myself back in

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 son and had changed his last name to match

I felt like an outsider in my own home. Richard acted like he owned the place, always

him in the living room. Out of nowhere, he grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and stabbed me. I thought he was bluffing, but he really did

to the hospital, and I could see a trace of worry in his eyes. But his concern couldn't heal the wound in my heart. I pushed him away and ran out, clutching my

found Martin. I didn't want to burden him, but he was the only relative who

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 Martin, I finally found a bit of the happiness someone my age

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

music, grew my hair long, and went wild with

few days, probably to avoid public scrutiny. After

back, but I couldn't be completely heartless. After all, blood ties couldn't