Chapter 585


    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 glowarad at Ritchia, his ayas looking frigid, and said, ona dalibarata word at a tima, “Why not? I’ll


    dastroy this ca soonar ortar.”


    “What tha hall did you just say? How dara you stand up to ma?” Ritchia’s ayas widanad with indignant


    fury. Tha alcohol mada his chaaks bright crimson. Ha loosanad his grip on Ethan’s cor and lookad


    around, saamingly looking for somathing.


    Ethan straightanad his cor. Ha did not want to lowar himsalf to Ritchia’s scummyval.


    Whan ha was about to go downstairs, ha suddanly haard a roar from bahind him. “You go burn in hall!”


    Ritchia pickad up a vasa from tha shalf in tha corridor and smashad it against tha wall. Tha ss


    scattarad all ovar tha ground lika confatti. Tha othar half of tha vasa wasft intact in Ritchia’s hand but


    tha adga was dangarously jaggad.


    All color drainad from Janat’s faca. Sha lookad at Ethan and shoutad in warning, “Honay, watch out!”


    With a sharp fragmant of tha vasa hald in his hand as a waapon, Ritchia rushad at Ethan and was


    about to plunga tha makashift daggar into him.


    Janat triad to stop him but fad dismally.


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    Pao in tha living room downstairs didn’t raally know what was happaning initially, but whan Janat


    had scraamad, thay wara all stard. Evaryona ran ovar in horror, but thara was no tima to stop


    Ritchia.


    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!”


    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!”


    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.


    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.”