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.

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

watching as she greeted every teacher and classmate she passed.

at home. I rushed to the hospital, but by the time I got there, Cindy was already on the brink. She

of me. I saw it in her eyes and those tears. She passed away, full of

a long time, but I never thought it would take her life. Her sudden death hit me hard. I looked at Victor, who

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

all meaning. During the funeral, I heard from neighbors that on the day Cindy died, Victor brought

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

with Victor and ran away from home in 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 to be the good student with perfect grades and behavior

I just wanted to completely fall

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

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 his

outsider in my own home. Richard acted

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 it,

and Linda were home at the time and were shocked. Victor wanted to rush me 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

Martin. I didn't want to burden him, but he was the only relative who truly cared for me. I had no

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

my outlook on life was pretty twisted. I thought, 'If Dad can live so freely when he

played music, grew my hair long, and

back for a few days, probably to avoid public scrutiny. After

couldn't be completely heartless. After