Ch. 112: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 112

Chapter 112

The car James was in suddenly exploded.

Flames shot into the air, engulfing the vehicle in a fiery blaze almost instantly. Norah stood there, frozen, her face illuminated by the glow of the flames, her eyes wide with shock.

How could this happen? How could the car explode?

Even though her relationship with James was strained, he was still her uncle. Seeing anyone die like that—especially family—was terrifying.

Norah's mind went blank, and tears began to stream down her face. She took a few steps forward, almost in a trance, moving toward the burning wreck.

Before she could get too close, Kevin grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms. His voice was steady but urgent. "It’s dangerous over there. Don’t go any closer!"

"Kian, get someone to put out the fire!" Kevin commanded.

Norah's eyes were red, and though she tried to pull away from Kevin, she spoke softly, almost in a whisper. "It’s okay. I’ll stay back. I just need to see… to see if he’s really gone."

As the firefighters worked to control the blaze, Norah stood at a distance, staring at the burning car. She couldn’t believe that only moments ago, James had been talking to her. Now, he was gone.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered her eyes. "Don’t look," Kevin said firmly.

"Why did the car explode like that?" Norah demanded. "Was it intentional? Someone set this up, didn’t they?"

Kevin’s face grew tense. "Yes, someone sabotaged the car. There was a third person involved—the one who set this all up."

Norah's eyes widened as the realization hit her. "The woman… she killed him to cover her tracks!"

Her breathing became labored, and she felt like the world was closing in on her. The shock was too much, and she collapsed into Kevin's arms.

"Norah!" Kevin called out, patting her cheeks in an attempt to wake her. "Kian, drive us to the hospital, now!"

At the scene, the fire was being extinguished, and the police had already been notified.

At the hospital, Kevin carried Norah into the emergency room, urgently calling for a doctor. He noticed how fragile she looked, how easily she had fainted, and worried that something was seriously wrong.

The doctor arrived quickly. "We’ll perform a full check-up right away, Mr. Edwards," he said. Noticing Kevin’s injury, the doctor added, "You need to have your wound treated as well."

In his rush to help Norah, Kevin hadn’t even noticed that his arm was bleeding again. The reopened wound throbbed with pain, but his focus remained on Norah.

Norah, drifting in and out of consciousness, overheard their conversation about a check-up. Panic welled up inside her. She couldn’t let them find out she was pregnant—not Kevin, not anyone.

With sudden determination, she opened her eyes and sat up.

Everyone in the room looked at her in surprise. Kevin moved closer. "Norah, you’re awake. Let the doctor check on you."

Norah scanned the room, her face calm despite the turmoil in her heart. "I was just exhausted. I don’t need any tests."

Kevin frowned, clearly not convinced. "You fainted. It’s safer if we make sure you’re okay."

Norah glanced at Kevin’s injured hand. "You should be the one getting checked. Look at your hand—it needs attention more than I do."

She quickly got out of the hospital bed. "Doctor, please see to Mr. Edwards first."

Kevin narrowed his eyes at her, sensing that something was off. There was a hidden tension in her, something she was trying to conceal.

The doctor, sensing their disagreement, said, "Mr. Edwards, let’s get your wounds treated while we wait."

But Kevin wasn’t ready to let it go. "Norah, why are you avoiding a check-up? What’s so important that you’re keeping it a secret, even from me?"

Norah’s heart pounded with fear, but her expression remained composed. She met his gaze evenly and said, "I went to a private hospital because I value my privacy. I’m not hiding anything; I just didn’t want to make a fuss."

Kevin looked puzzled. "You’re not a celebrity. Why the need for so much secrecy?"

Norah’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible reason. "After that incident at the company, where everyone online was gossiping about me, I became more cautious. I didn’t want my medical information to become a topic of discussion."

Kevin studied her carefully, searching her face for any sign of dishonesty. "Are you saying this is all because of privacy concerns? Are you hiding something else from me?"

Norah held his gaze, her voice steady. "I’m not hiding anything from you. I’m grateful for everything you’ve done to save me today. Truly, I owe you my life."

Her words were formal, polite—a stark contrast to the intimate bond they once shared. Kevin’s face darkened. He didn’t want to be thanked like a stranger; he wanted to be her partner, her protector.

In a colder tone, he asked, "Did you really give the divorce agreement to Bianca to pass on to me?"

Norah hesitated briefly, then answered, "Yes, we met by chance that day, and it seemed like the right moment."

She said it so casually, as if it didn’t matter at all. As if their relationship meant nothing.

Kevin clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "So it’s that easy for you, huh? Just tossing me away like I’m nothing," he said, his voice heavy with hurt.