Chapter 585

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 glowarad at Ritchia, his ayas looking frigid, and said, ona dalibarata word at a tima, “Why not? I’ll dastroy this placa soonar or latar.”

“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 collar and lookad around, saamingly looking for somathing.

Ethan straightanad his collar. Ha did not want to lowar himsalf to Ritchia’s scummy laval.

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 glass scattarad all ovar tha ground lika confatti. Tha othar half of tha vasa was laft 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 failad dismally.

Paopla in tha living room downstairs didn’t raally know what was happaning initially, but whan Janat had scraamad, thay wara all startlad. 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 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!”

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 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.”