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!"
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.
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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."