Ch. 120: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 120

Chapter 120Lola didn't avoid the slap, merely turning her head and then looking back at Norah. "Ms. White, why are you so angry? You know hitting someone is a crime," she said calmly.

Norah shot back, "What you’ve done could land you in prison for life!"

Lola smiled fearlessly. "Ms. White, don’t accuse me unfairly. I haven’t done anything. I’m just here on a trip."

Suddenly, Siena’s voice came from a short distance away. "Norah, what are you doing?" she demanded, clearly displeased at seeing Norah hit Lola. "You’ve got quite a temper! How dare you strike Lola when she’s carrying our family's child? If something happens to that baby, can you handle the consequences?"

Norah turned to face Siena, recognizing her defense of Lola.

With a smug expression, Lola added, "Auntie, it’s fine. Ms. White is just upset because I’m pregnant and she can’t have children."

Siena took the opportunity to add, "She can’t conceive, so she thinks others can’t either! Such bitterness!"

Norah frowned, knowing they were confident only because she lacked proof. This was exactly what Lola wanted—to irritate Norah with impunity.

Lola had ensured James couldn’t harm Norah any longer. If he survived, he might testify against her. Instead, Lola eliminated him, leaving no trace of her involvement.

"You’d better not keep provoking Lola," Siena warned, now helping Lola. "If you harm her or my grandson, I won’t be so forgiving next time."

Lola played along, gently patting her stomach. "Ms. White, I just came here to clear my head. They say the air here is good for me and the baby."

Norah glanced at Lola’s stomach. It wasn’t showing yet, but Siena already seemed overjoyed at the idea of having a grandchild.

Norah then spoke with a sharp tone, "We haven't even done a paternity test yet. Isn’t it too soon to declare it the Edwards family's child?"

Lola’s face tensed, and she quickly protested, "How can you slander my child like that? Aren’t you afraid of karma?"

Siena, though momentarily taken aback, stubbornly retorted, "You’re just jealous!"

Norah dismissed their self-assurance. "Whatever happens in your family is your business," she said coldly. "But remember, mistakes come with consequences. You can avoid them for now, but they’ll catch up eventually—perhaps even to the child."

Lola's smile faltered, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. "I haven’t done anything wrong," she insisted, forcing a grin. "I’m not afraid of retribution."

Siena, sensing the tension but not fully understanding, asked, "Why are you here, Norah?"

Lola quickly replied, "I asked her earlier. Ms. White’s here for a funeral."

"Funeral?" Siena’s expression changed, and she hastily began pulling Lola away. "Let’s go. We shouldn’t linger here. It’s bad for the baby."

As they left, Sierra, standing at the cemetery gate, caught sight of Lola. Her face turned pale as she recognized her.

"That woman," Sierra muttered, clenching her fists. She recalled Norah’s words about another person being involved in her father’s death and wondered if there could be a connection.

"Sierra," Linda called out in a hoarse voice. "What are you staring at?"

Linda, looking worn from grief, was ready to head home, but Sierra remained frozen, staring at Norah.

"Why are you looking at her? Your dad died, and she didn’t even shed a tear. She’s heartless!" Linda said bitterly.

Sierra snapped out of it and turned to her mother. "Let’s go home," she said, her voice shaky.

When they arrived home, James's photo hung on the wall, and Linda’s tears began to flow again.

Everything felt emptier, lonelier.

Suddenly, Sierra’s hand slipped, and a cup shattered on the floor.

The crash startled Linda out of her grief. "Sierra, what's wrong with you? You can’t even hold a cup properly!" she scolded. "We’re already struggling. We can’t afford to break things."

Sierra’s face turned even paler, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Mom, have you considered what Cousin Norah said?"

"What are you talking about?" Linda’s voice grew tense.

"That someone might have killed Dad," Sierra said softly.

Linda’s voice rose with anger. "You believe her nonsense too?"

Sierra bit her lip, clearly conflicted. Linda, noticing her daughter's distant expression, softened slightly. "Sierra," she said, "we only have each other now. If anything’s wrong, tell me. Your father may be gone, but I’m still here. I’ll protect this family."

That was all Linda could promise—her unwavering determination not to be pitied or dismissed.

Sierra, visibly anxious, fiddled with her fingers before bursting out, "Mom, I’m so sorry! It’s my fault. Dad kidnapped Cousin Norah for you, and I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want him to die!"

As she spoke, Sierra broke down in tears.

Linda, shocked, stopped crying and stared at her daughter. "What do you mean? Explain yourself," she demanded.