Ethan glowered at Ritchie, his eyes looking frigid, and said, one deliberate word at a time, “Why not? I’ll
destroy this place sooner or later.”
“What the hell did you just say? How dare you stand up to me?” Ritchie’s eyes widened with indignant
fury. The alcohol made his cheeks bright crimson. He loosened his grip on Ethan’s collar and looked
around, seemingly looking for something. . Ethan straightened his collar. He did not want to lower himself
to Ritchie’s scummy level. When he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly heard a roar from behind
him.
“You go burn in hell!” Ritchie picked up a vase from the shelf in the corridor and smashed it against the
wall. The glass scattered all over the ground like confetti. The other half of the vase was left intact in
Ritchie’s hand but the edge was dangerously jagged.
All color drained from Janet’s face. She looked at Ethan and shouted in warning, “Honey, watch out!”
With a sharp fragment of the vase held in his hand as a weapon, Ritchie rushed at Ethan and was about
to plunge the makeshift dagger into him. Janet tried to stop him but failed dismally.
People in the living room downstairs didn’t really know what was happening initially, but when Janet had
screamed, they were all startled. Everyone ran over in horror, but there was no time to stop Ritchie.
Ethan was quick on his feet and hastily retreated when he saw this. He shoved Ritchie away to avoid the
sharp vase fragment that he was wielding. Ritchie had rushed forward too fast and because he was
drunk, he wasn’t steady on his feet. When Ethan defensively shoved him away, he lost his balance. He
stumbled and fell down the stairs before he could cry out for help. He rolled to the bottom of the stairs
and lay there motionlessly.
“Ah! Mr. Ritchie!”
As the servants in the living room shouted, the servants upstairs also hastily ran downstairs.
“Help! Mr. Ritchie fell down the stairs!”
“He is bleeding profusely. He doesn’t look like he’s breathing!” Hearing the commotion, Patrick came out
of Nora’s room with a long face.
“What’s wrong? Why is there such a ruckus out here? Mrs. Lester needs rest. Can’t you keep the noise
levels to a decent volume?” A servant pursed her lips momentarily then cried out, “Sir, Mr. Ritchie was
pushed down the stairs by Mr. Ethan!”
Patrick’s face turned pale with fright. He rushed downstairs to check on Ritchie, who was lying seemingly
lifelessly on the ground. He held Ritchie up and asked desperately, “Ritchie, can you hear me?”
Ritchie’s eyes were closed and it was clear he had lost consciousness. Patrick shouted at the servants,
“What are you waiting for? Call an ambulance!” The servants hurriedly made phone calls. Furiously,
Patrick turned to Ethan who had just come downstairs. He raised his hand and wanted to slap Ethan.
“How could you do this to your own brother?!” Ethan grasped Patrick’s wrist and shook it off. He then
said impatiently, “You’d better discipline your own son first.” Patrick trembled with anger, but he didn’t
continue to fight with Ethan. He turned around and went to check on Ritchie’s condition again.
It was not until then that Janet came to her senses. She held Ethan’s arm and looked him up and down
nervously.
“Honey, did you get hurt?” Looking at the father and son, Ethan patted Janet on the back of her hand and
slightly shook his head He walked away from the scene with Janet and phoned the police. Seeing the
indifferent look on Ethan’s face, Patrick was enraged beyond words.
“How dare you?! Ritchie’s your brother! If anything happens to him, your grandmother won’t let you go,
let alone me!” Ethan looked into his father’s eyes and said coldly, “He wanted to stab me. Everyone
present can testify for me. If I hadn’t pushed him away, he would have fatally stabbed me. Besides, I
don’t have a brother.”
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