Ch. 124: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 124
Chapter 124
Lola looked into Bianca's eyes, which now held none of the warmth she’d shown at the beginning of their friendship. Her face paled in shock.
"You used me!" Lola exclaimed. "You tricked me into listening to you, urged me to do those things, and then left me to take the blame. It was you who was truly ruthless."
Bianca had cozied up to Lola, buying her children’s clothes and speaking kind words, all to manipulate her into taking care of her problems. But Bianca’s motives weren’t sincere; she intended to throw Lola into an abyss. If Lola eliminated Norah and wound up in jail, Bianca would be free of worry.
"You’re a master at pretending!" Lola said, her voice shaking with anger. "You pretended to like me, to care about me, to be generous and kind.”
Bianca sipped her tea calmly, treating Lola’s accusations as flattery.
Lola clutched her stomach, eyes wide with fear. "You even want to harm my child. You can’t stand me and Kevin’s baby! You’re heartless!" She looked around in a panic. "I need to leave here. You have no intention of helping me!"
As she attempted to flee, the sound of a police siren blared outside. She froze, looking at Bianca in alarm. "Why are the police here? How did they find me?"
Bianca’s lips curved into a slight smile. "Well, you said you committed a crime, didn’t you? As a ‘good person,’ it’s only right that I informed the police."
“Bianca!” Lola screamed in fury. "You vile woman, you’ve destroyed me!"
Overcome with rage, she lunged at Bianca, her hands gripping Bianca's neck. "If you’re going to make me your scapegoat, then we can die together. Neither of us deserves to live!"
Bianca began to shout, "Help! She’s trying to kill me!" But no one came.
Lost in a frenzy, Lola spotted a fruit knife on the coffee table, grabbed it, and aimed it at Bianca. Bianca’s face contorted in fear as she stammered, “No… don’t…”
Blood trickled from Bianca’s hand as she tried to wrestle the knife away.
“I’ll end you!” Lola’s eyes glinted with rage, too blinded to realize she had fallen into Bianca’s trap.
The two of them struggled and, in the struggle, reached the balcony's edge. A police car was parked directly below.
Bianca, pressed against the balcony railing, began to cry, her tears streaming down her face. "Help! Someone, help me… she’s trying to kill me…”
They were on the fourth floor, high enough to be dangerous. Below, an officer exited the car and looked up, noticing the situation.
Lola’s face twisted with hatred, appearing determined to hurt Bianca, who was already covered in blood.
The officers rushed inside.
A loud thud echoed.
Moments later, a terrified voice from below screamed, “Someone’s fallen!”
Lola lay sprawled on the concrete, pain wracking her body. Her eyes widened as she gasped weakly, “My… my baby… Kevin’s child…”
Desperately, she tried to protect her stomach, to turn over and shield her unborn child. But her strength failed her, blood pooling around her. She felt the warm, sticky liquid on her hands, and tears streamed down her face. “No… my child…”
“You were supposed to be born… I haven’t been a mother yet… Kevin doesn’t even care about me…”
Lola’s life slipped away with her last unfulfilled dreams. Even in her final moments, she clung to the hope of securing a future through her child.
But it was only a fantasy.
Her eyes remained open, her last expression one of lingering pain and regret.
By the time the police came down, Lola was gone. They cordoned off the area.
Bianca, escorted down by officers, appeared disheveled and pale, blood covering her clothes. Her hands trembled, tears in her eyes as the police tried to console her.
When Cleo arrived, she held Bianca close, both of them crying.
Norah rushed to the scene but was too late. All she saw was Lola’s lifeless body. She stared in shock, struggling to comprehend how Lola could have fallen to her death.
She looked over at Bianca, who sat nearby, sipping hot water.
“Ms. White, the suspect is deceased,” an officer informed Norah. "With no other persons of interest, this case should be closed."
Norah remained silent, her gaze lingering on Bianca with suspicion.
Lola and Bianca had only met a handful of times, yet Lola had come here, and now she was dead. Something about the situation didn’t add up.
Lola’s body was taken away.
Back at the police station, they now had a death investigation on their hands.
Bianca sat there, a coat draped over her shoulders. Her face had regained some color, but she spoke in a shaky voice, near tears. "I don’t know why she came to me… We’d met a few times at the Edwards' house and had pleasant conversations. When she arrived, I welcomed her kindly—you can ask my assistant.”
Cleo chimed in, “I tried to stop her from coming in, but Ms. Lynch is too compassionate. She let her in because she looked so pitiful and even invited her for tea. Who would have expected her to turn violent and hurt Ms. Lynch like this? Ms. Lynch is an actress, and she’ll have to rest before she can return to work.”
Bianca’s voice broke as she continued, “I had no idea she wanted to kill me…"
“If I hadn’t fought back, I would’ve been dead. She must have panicked when she saw the police, realized she couldn’t escape, and fell.”
Bianca began sobbing, “I watched her fall, and there was so much blood… I was terrified. I caused her death…”
“Ms. Lynch, you aren’t to blame,” Cleo reassured her. “She was a criminal, not someone worthy of pity.”
Bianca wiped her tears with a tissue, saying, “But still, she lost her life… Regardless of her intentions, she’s dead now. We shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.”
Norah listened to the exchange, unconvinced.
For Lola to have tried killing Bianca, there had to be a deeper reason, something that had pushed her to such an extreme. Was it truly an accident?
Norah’s face hardened, her suspicion evident. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Bianca was hiding something.
In the end, the police confirmed that Lola had fallen to her death, her body broken beyond recognition, and her child gone.
However else one looked at it, Lola had met a tragic end.