Chapter 585: Conflict


    Ethan glowered at Ritchie, his eyes looking frigid, and said, one deliberate word at a time, “Why not? I’ll


    destroy this ce sooner orter.”


    “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 cor and looked


    around, seemingly looking for something. . Ethan straightened his cor. 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 ss 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 J’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. J tried to stop him but failed dismally.


    People in the living room downstairs didn’t really know what was happening initially, but when J 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 bnce. He


    stumbled and fell down the stairs before he could cry out for help. He rolled to the bottom of the stairs


    andy 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 themotion, 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!”


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    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 ambnce!” The servants hurriedly made phone calls. Furiously,


    Patrick turned to Ethan who had juste downstairs. He raised his hand and wanted to p 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 J 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 J on the back of her hand and


    slightly shook his head He walked away from the scene with J 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.”