Ch. 110: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 110

Chapter 110

Kevin quickly grabbed the phone and located the person in the surveillance footage. The individual didn’t realize they were being recorded and attempted to evade the cameras, even changing clothes in a blind spot before making their exit.

Tracking the person took some time, but Kevin found their trail.

"Let’s move!" he ordered, and they immediately drove off, following the lead.

…

Norah felt utterly drained, her body weak and exhausted. Though she was resting, it felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up.

Through her haze, she heard voices.

"What now?" someone asked.

"Everyone is tied up. Now we need to handle her," said a woman’s voice.

"Handle her? Are you asking me to take a life? That’s my niece!" James protested, hesitating. "I don’t want her dead; I just need money! Call Kevin, let’s ask for ransom if he wants his wife back."

"Are you crazy?" the woman hissed, stopping him as he reached for his phone. "If you contact Kevin, we’re done for! He’ll find us in no time, and if we don’t deal with her now, we’ll pay the price."

James stared at the woman, suspicious and frustrated. "You said you were here to help me, but now you have a different agenda."

The woman’s eyes remained fixed on Norah, lying unconscious on the floor. "We have a common enemy. Think about what she’s done to you—she never helped you when you were in trouble, left you to suffer. Why do you still care about her? Ending this will free you from all the anger and betrayal you feel!"

James was torn, but the woman’s words struck a chord. His niece had indeed abandoned him in his time of need. But she was also a child he’d watched grow up.

"Think about all the debt, your wife detained, all thanks to her!" The woman continued manipulating him. "If you let her go, she’ll know it was you, she’ll go to the police, and you’ll be finished. Your daughter’s already facing abuse online—how much worse will it get? Isn’t this all Norah’s fault?"

James’s gaze darkened as he looked at Norah, his fists clenched. His path was now set—there was no turning back. He had to make a decision.

"Wake her up," he finally ordered. "Let’s see if we can get her to talk."

He rummaged through Norah’s bag and found some cash and a bank card. His eyes lit up at the sight of it.

The woman grew anxious. "What more do you want from her?"

"Money. She’ll tell me where the rest is," James replied, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"And then?" the woman pressed.

"Then we take the money and run, before they catch up to us," James said, his focus solely on the money. He believed that with cash in hand, they could solve anything, even if it meant running forever.

Norah, still unconscious, forced herself to wake up. She knew that her only chance of survival was to open her eyes.

She gasped for air as she regained consciousness, her face drenched in sweat.

The moment Norah awoke, the woman’s expression changed, and she tried to hide in the shadows.

"I have money, please don’t hurt me!" Norah said in a desperate voice, scanning her surroundings. She was in a cluttered room, her hands bound. She recognized the man standing before her.

"Uncle," she said softly, her voice filled with disbelief.

James glared at her coldly. "So, now you remember I’m your uncle?"

Norah never imagined that he would stoop so low as to kidnap her. She knew she couldn't rely on his mercy. "What will it take for you to let me go?" she asked.

"You said you had money," James replied, holding up the bank card he’d found. "How much is on this card?"

"It’s a lot," Norah answered cautiously. "If I give it to you, will you let me go?"

Before James could respond, a voice interrupted, "No! You can't let her go!"

Norah looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. The speaker remained hidden, refusing to reveal themselves.

"You let her go, and we’ll all end up in jail!" the voice insisted.

Norah felt like she knew this person, but they were disguising their voice.

"Uncle, do you have other accomplices here?" she asked.

"None of this would’ve happened if you’d just done what you were told," James replied bitterly. "What’s the password for the card?"

Norah hesitated. "How can I trust that if I give you the password, you’ll let me go?"

"All I want is the money," James said. "I wouldn’t have gone this far if I wasn’t desperate."

Norah took a deep breath, trying to buy herself more time. "Uncle, you’re being used! The woman with you isn’t looking out for you—she’s pushing you to the brink. You just want money, but she wants something far worse."

"Don’t listen to her!" the woman shouted from the shadows. "I’m doing this for your own good!"

Norah turned to James, her eyes pleading. "Think clearly, Uncle. She wants my life, but you only want money. Don’t be her pawn! You can still turn back and not do something you’ll regret forever!"