Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

The thunder rumbled out of nowhere, and then the rain came pouring down like crazy. Raindrops hammered against the window, making this crackling noise. Watching Ethan right then, I felt both confused and kind of enlightened.

Ethan didn't look up at Victor; he just knelt there, staring straight ahead, respectful but not humble.

"Dad, this is the best meal I've ever had with you. I can't even remember the last time we had a good meal and talked. I made the dishes and bought the wine myself."

Amidst the thunder and rain, there was suddenly the sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps. Then, the door burst open, and a bunch of cops rushed in, surrounding the dining table. Some of them headed upstairs.

Ethan stood up and pulled me, who was totally stunned, to the side.

Victor didn't hide or resist, letting a cop handcuff him.

At that moment, Victor was surprisingly calm. Maybe when Ethan unusually drank and chatted with him calmly, or when Ethan knelt before him, he had already guessed this outcome.

But I didn't see it coming. I didn't expect Ethan to bring me justice so directly, drawing a clear line between right and family. "Let go of me!"

Linda's panicked voice came from upstairs. Soon, she was brought down by several cops, her hands cuffed behind her back. Seeing Victor also being arrested, she was both shocked and terrified, struggling desperately.

Linda said, "Why are you arresting me?"

One of the officers presented an arrest warrant and said firmly, "Victor Windsor, Linda Windsor, we now have enough evidence to prove your involvement in a car accident seventeen years ago. According to the law, we are now arresting you. If you disagree, you can appeal. Take them away!"

Even though this happened seventeen years ago, I believe they knew all about it. So when they heard the officer's words, Linda stopped shouting and struggling, her face going pale, and she seemed unsteady on her feet. But what was the sufficient evidence?

Victor stood up from his chair and slowly looked at Ethan. Ethan leaned against the wall like he was drunk, his eyes red as he looked at his father. Ethan must have been in great pain, but he tried hard to suppress it, not wanting to show his suffering. Victor's look at Ethan was super calm.

Maybe over the past seventeen years, he had already seen this day coming and was ready for it. He knew exactly what he had done, so for him, living one more day was just a bonus. When it was finally time to face justice, he had no reason to fight it.

As the cops led Victor away, he walked calmly, while Linda kept crying and struggling, not wanting to go.

They finally left, and the whole house suddenly felt so quiet and empty. Only the sound of thunder and rain hitting the windows was left, loud and clear.

Looking at the mess on the table and remembering Ethan and Victor just sitting there drinking and chatting, I felt my heart was a mix of emotions.

Ethan was now lying quietly on the sofa, one hand over his eyes, his ears and neck red. He must have been drunk. Even though he was just lying there quietly, I felt like I could see his inner sadness.

I walked over to him, and Ethan pulled me to sit beside him. His drunken eyes looked at me, and he tried to smile but couldn't, the curve of his mouth quickly disappearing.

He hugged me tightly, like a child looking for warmth.

"Emily, you're all I have now."

His sorrowful voice cut through my heart like a knife, and I couldn't understand my feelings at that moment. I didn't feel the satisfaction of revenge, but rather a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.

I leaned against his chest and said painfully, "No, we still have our child."

Ethan kissed my forehead, his voice hoarse.

"Emily, promise me you'll never leave me, okay?"

I didn't respond.

Today, Ethan ended up hurting both his father and himself, and I was the one behind it all.

Things had escalated to the point where we were hurting each other deeply.

"Okay?" he asked again, more anxious than before.

I bit my lip, unsure of what to do, when suddenly someone burst through the door.

I sat up and saw that it was Richard.

He was drenched, his eyes red, and he stopped a few steps away, staring at Ethan lying on the sofa, his chest heaving.

"You have each other, but what about me? I have nothing."

With that, he rushed over, pushed me aside, and pulled Ethan up from the sofa.

Ethan didn't move or resist, letting Richard drag him and punch him in the face.

Actually, I knew Ethan wasn't completely out of it, but right now, he was like a rag doll, letting Richard take out his anger on him without even lifting a finger. Richard pulled and hit him, and even though Ethan's mouth was bruised, he didn't react at all.

"Richard, let go!"

I rushed over and pulled Richard away.

As soon as Richard's grip loosened, Ethan fell back down, staring blankly and drunkenly at the ceiling.

I cradled Ethan's head in my hands, glaring at Richard.

"What gives you the right to hit him?"

Richard sat on the floor, suddenly deflated, his eyes red and swollen, like a kid who had lost a fight.

"It wasn't his mom who got taken away, but Victor is his Dad!"

My emotions flared up because of Richard's actions.

"Why don't you ask why they were arrested? They caused others' suffering and deserve to be punished."

Richard pouted, looking particularly miserable, and the urge to fight seemed to have left him. Slowly, he got up from the floor, walked over to the cluttered dining table, and sat down.

The bottle of wine that had just been opened had only poured one glass. Richard picked up the bottle and drank directly from it, gulping it down in one go.

After a while, he put down the bottle and started crying, crying like a child.

He cried and said, "I have nothing left!"

Maybe he drank too quickly, irritating his throat, making his voice sound hoarse as if it had been burned.

I stood up, took out the diary from my bag, and walked over to Richard, handing it to him.

"This is Benjamin's diary. You'll understand once you read it. Benjamin really loved you." Richard slowly raised his hand, took the diary, and two tears fell onto the cover.

"Dad!" he choked out.

I prepared to help Ethan leave, finally getting him up and putting his arm around my neck.

After a few steps, I stopped and turned back to Richard, who was sitting at the dining table. "That's not true. You just forgot about the ones you have."

His body stiffened, and he turned to look at me, bewildered.

I supported Ethan and walked out of the Windsor Family home step by step.

The rain had lessened, and the ground was covered in puddles from the earlier downpour.

I helped Ethan into the car, called for a driver, and had the car driven back home.

I helped him inside, and Hope and Luna quickly came over to assist, helping me get Ethan upstairs and onto the bed.

By the time I went up, he seemed to be asleep. After drinking so much, he must have really been knocked out by the alcohol.

I fetched some water and used a towel to wipe his hands and face, making him more comfortable.

After doing all this, I went to check on the kids.

Hope and Luna were playing with the kids, who could now take a few steps while holding onto the wall. Hope said they should be able to walk soon.

The kids were having a great time, giggling frequently.

It was becoming more apparent that the kids had Ethan's features, with delicate and charming looks that made them endearing.

I sat on the side, watching them play, my mind restless.

Linda and Victor had been arrested, but I didn't feel relieved; instead, I felt like I was facing another dilemma.

Now, Ethan and I were a complete family, but we had both caused each other pain. Could things really be the same as before?

Back in the room, I lay down beside Ethan, keeping a certain distance.

But I couldn't sleep. What was right, what was wrong? I seemed to have lost my ability to judge. Maybe there was no right or wrong; I just wanted peace of mind.

In the middle of the night, I heard Ethan groggily asking for water, so I went downstairs to get him a glass.

After drinking the water, he seemed more awake, lying there with his eyes open, not sleeping.

As I was about to get up, Ethan pulled me into his arms.

"Honey, don't blame me. I can't choose my parents. Be fair to me."

It was an undeniable fact that he had Victor's blood in him, but his act of righteousness today moved me deeply, and I could also feel his pain. My heart felt like it was being pulled in different directions by countless hands, and I felt a mix of emotions.

I left his embrace and said calmly, "You should sleep."

Ethan let go, staring at the ceiling, wide awake.

In the following days, we were both busy with our respective companies.

When people got busy, there was no time to think about other things.

One day, on my way to work, I was absentmindedly looking out the window when my gaze suddenly froze.

I seemed to see a familiar person.

Seeing that figure walk into a toy store by the roadside, I asked Dakato to stop the car.

I didn't get out but waited in the car.

After about ten minutes, the person came out, carrying a lot of toys.

He didn't seem to have any intention of taking a cab, just walking along the street. I got out of the car and told Dakato to leave.

I followed him from about 30 feet away, keeping my distance as I trailed him.