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Chapter 5 Emily, I Hate You!

At that moment, Hubert came out and saw the scene. He quickly ran over to help Emily.

Seeing the blood on Emily's forehead, Hubert turned and shouted, "Ethan, are you out of your mind?"

Hubert helped Emily up and said to her, "Emily, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Emily clung to Hubert's arm as she stumbled to her feet, head dizzy.

Ethan hadn't meant to use that much force. Stung by the slightest remorse, he stared at the bleeding Emily. "Emily! Why didn't you die that time? Why didn't you just die in the car accident?" he yelled, his voice dripping with venom.

Emily turned to face Ethan, her eyes icy cold.

Ethan kept shouting, "Emily! I hate you! Why did you save me back then? The biggest mistake I made was bringing you into the Grant family! You're the daughter of a rapist; you're nothing but worthless scum! You should have died long ago."

Before Ethan could finish, blood started to trickle from his head too.

Before Hubert could react, Emily, who had been standing there in a daze, snapped at Ethan's insults. She couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing a decorative wine bottle from the hall shelf, she smashed it over Ethan's head with all her strength. Blood started to flow from his head as well. Ethan stood there, bewildered, staring at Emily with a bloodied and shocked expression.

Hubert and Amy were stunned. They couldn't believe Emily had actually hit Ethan.

With blood streaming down her face, Emily tossed the broken bottle aside and glared at Ethan. "Ethan, we're even."

Ethan clutched his head. In his daze, he seemed to see a young girl pinning him against the wall behind the school building at sunset, smiling at him. "Ethan, we're even!"

His heart suddenly raced, and he started gasping for air, as if he could smell the familiar scent of gardenias from the girl. The blooming roses on the wall couldn't compare to the beauty of her smile.

Ethan shook his head, his mind blank.

Amy stepped forward to help him up and asked, "Ethan, are you okay? Should we go to the hospital?"

Ethan glanced at Emily.

Hubert, fearing Ethan might retaliate against Emily, quickly grabbed her arm to pull her back.

Emily's head was still spinning, and with such a forceful tug, she couldn't keep her balance and staggered to the side.

Suddenly, someone caught her. Emily turned to look and saw a pair of strong, well-defined hands.

Just as Emily was about to thank the person, she looked up and saw who it was. She immediately lowered her head and stayed silent.

Ethan saw the newcomer and, though surprised, called out reluctantly, "Vincent."

Vincent Watson was Ethan's uncle, around thirty years old. He was tall and slender, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with chiseled features and deep-set eyes. He was dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit with a black coat over it.

Vincent was only four years older than Ethan, but with just a furrow of his brow, he radiated an undeniable sense of authority. It was the commanding presence of a successful and seasoned businessman. Vincent bore a striking resemblance to Emily.

Vincent frowned deeply, looking at the wound on Emily's head. He pursed his lips, tore off his tie, and wrapped it around Emily's bleeding forehead. He shot a cold glance at Ethan, then turned to Emily and said, "To the hospital!"

Vincent's assistant quickly ran to open the car door.

Ethan chased after them, shouting, "Uncle Watson!"

Vincent gave him a cold look, said nothing, and got into the car with long strides.

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