The Silent Wife

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 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.” 13