Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 247 Unwilling to Let Go

I could totally feel Arthur's anger, but he didn't dare blow up. That million bucks was the reason he had to suck it up and sign his name.

I got where he was coming from. Even if he didn't love Emily, he sure as hell didn't want her with another dude.

That contract was a major slap in the face for Arthur.

After we went downstairs, Emily kept bugging me about how I sorted out the million-dollar mess. Honestly, I was kinda pissed. She'd been hurt so bad by that jerk, yet she still seemed to care about him. How much did she love him back then? Of course, I wasn't gonna tell her the truth. Realizing it would just cause her to feel foolish and cry. She'd regret ever falling for Arthur.

That night, Emily got totally wasted.

When I brought her home, she kept curling up in my arms, mumbling and crying. She looked so pitiful.

Even when I put her on the bed, she wouldn't let go, clutching my clothes like her life depended on it. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, like she was having a bad dream.

Bella stood by the bed, all serious, "Ethan, you better treat Emily right. Don't mess with her. She's pure and already been hurt once. If you hurt her again, I won't let you off."

I smiled a bit, feeling glad Emily had a friend who truly cared. I gently patted her, calming her down. After she finally fell asleep, I let go of her hand, tucked it under the blanket, and went to the balcony for a smoke.

The next morning, I brought a new dress for Emily.

I had seen it in a store window once when I passed by a mall. For some reason, Emily popped into my mind, and I thought the dress would look perfect on her. On a whim, I bought it, despite knowing I might never get the chance to give it to her.

I like to shower in the morning. After I finished and went downstairs, I heard noises from the kitchen.

Standing at the kitchen door, I saw Emily seriously beating eggs with her head down.

The dress fit perfectly, and she looked beautiful as she cooked. The warm scene made me feel a sense of home.

I couldn't help but sigh, "Seeing you cook gives me a sense of home."

I hadn't felt that way in a long time.

This feeling made me infatuated.

face turned red, and even her earlobes

at her with interest, feeling

of women, but none had given

married, she seemed very pure to me. Her shyness made her look like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old

told her that it was important to be cautious about drinking in

her

been through so much. I hoped she'd become strong and

time, I thought God had given Emily enough hardships, but I didn't

Emily's mom passed away.

by her mom's hospital bed, banging her head against the bed rail and crying uncontrollably. At that moment, I felt helpless.

mom's tombstone, refusing to move even when it

and she clutched the photo tightly. I could fully feel her sadness and

Emily truly had

and full of self-reproach, but I didn't know what to do. All I could do was hold her and offer

being so good to her. To be honest, I'd wanted to

tape of Thorn Birds Band

Band was a distant memory for me, but the familiar lyrics

constantly give myself strength and courage because I had to walk a

won't be lucky forever, nor will they be unlucky forever. When life hits

world isn't Superman, but the one who gets knocked down a hundred times and gets up a hundred and one times to face it again. The former is just strong, but the latter is fearless." When I was about to leave,

suddenly called, saying she felt very unwell, I probably wouldn't have left that night.

her mother's grave, refusing to leave, which tormented me deeply. Her pain and hatred were something I

wondered if I should do

interview me, so I used that connection to start collecting some old newspapers from eight years ago. That night, I was at a

that moment. Amid the surprised looks of everyone at the table,

midnight bar, I was so nervous. Normally, I could stay calm no matter what, but when it came to her, I just

commotion in the private room, I kicked the

and she was pinned on the sofa by that bastard

his memory wasn't too bad,

escape in embarrassment, but I stopped