Ch. 126: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 126
Chapter 126
"The company has urgent matters, and if you're handling your uncle’s business, don’t let it interfere with work," Kevin said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Norah wore another hat besides being Kevin's wife—she was also his secretary.
Life outside the office was challenging, but work kept her going. Today marked the last day of the month, and completing her tasks was a priority. After all, no one willingly gives up a paycheck. Missing work meant her salary would be docked, and she’d just wrapped up her time off visiting her hometown.
Soon, she planned to resign from the Edwards family company, paving the way for a fresh start and a new chapter in her life.
After hesitating for a moment, Norah finally nodded. "Understood, Mr. Edwards."
Pleased with her response, Kevin turned and walked away. Norah followed him, maintaining the professional distance between them. To others, they were nothing more than boss and subordinate.
Despite being aware of his needs without a word, which Kevin appreciated, Norah understood that their work connection was all that remained between them. She excelled at anticipating his expectations—a quality that never failed to meet his satisfaction.
They arrived at the hospital in silence. Norah knew exactly why they were there—Kevin had come to visit Bianca. It made sense, given that a divorce required a semblance of reconciliation.
Bianca’s acting schedule had cleared, allowing enough time for a visit.
The elevator ride was quiet, and when they reached the ward, they found Bianca already bandaged. The doctor informed them that she had suffered trauma and required psychological support. A psychiatrist had been called to assist her with emotional recovery.
When Bianca saw Kevin, she immediately stood up and called out in a frail voice, "Kevin." She rushed over and clung to him, her arms tight around his, trembling. "I’m so scared."
Standing at the door, Norah watched them embrace. Her expression remained neutral. She was used to these scenes by now—expecting nothing and feeling no pain.
Kevin gently pulled Bianca away, his voice steady. "The wound is treated. Are there any lingering issues?"
Tears welled in Bianca’s eyes, spilling down her cheeks and landing on Kevin’s hand. She looked broken. "I’m terrified. I keep seeing that girl in my mind, the one who tried to hurt me. Covered in blood, she haunts me, demanding my life…" Bianca’s voice quivered, and her body shook as she spoke.
The doctor stepped in, reinforcing the diagnosis. "Ms. Lynch has experienced significant psychological trauma. She needs consistent support and comfort. Any additional stress could lead to a severe disorder, aggravating her condition. She’s already dealing with deafness in one ear, alongside headaches, tinnitus, and nausea."
Norah observed Kevin’s focus shift as the doctor mentioned Bianca’s deafness, a subtle worry surfacing on his face. She already knew Bianca was fragile, prone to bouts of depression and health issues—traits that made her all the more vulnerable.
The doctor left after explaining Bianca's condition. Bianca sat quietly, her thin hospital gown highlighting her delicate, almost fragile frame. Even Norah, who had steeled herself, felt a pang of sympathy.
Kevin’s tone was firm as he asked, "Were there no security measures in place at the time?"
Cleo, Bianca’s assistant, explained, "Lola came looking for Ms. Lynch. They’d met a few times before, and Ms. Lynch felt sorry for her since she was young and alone. So, she let her in. But no one could have predicted she would attack Ms. Lynch."
Kevin’s expression darkened. "A standoff that lasted over ten minutes, and yet no one intervened? You’re saying it ended only when the attacker stumbled and fell?"
Cleo’s voice faltered, and she glanced down. "There were no bodyguards present. Ms. Lynch had asked everyone to leave that day."
Kevin’s gaze sharpened. "Who called the police? They arrived unusually fast."
Bianca, clutching a tissue, softly replied, "I did. Lola started saying crazy things, admitting to crimes, including harming your uncle and… kidnapping you, Norah. She knew she was about to get caught and wanted to silence me when she saw I’d called the police."
At the mention of her uncle, Norah’s heart clenched. Bianca had dragged her into this conversation, but it didn’t feel as straightforward as Bianca claimed.
Stepping into the room, Norah finally spoke. "Bianca, if Lola was already acting erratic, why tell you any of that? If you knew her well, she wouldn’t have wanted to hurt you. If you didn’t, why would she suddenly show up and confess such things?"
Bianca's face turned pale. She looked down, her response halting. "I don’t know… Maybe because we’d met before, she felt like talking? Or maybe she harbored some grudge. I don’t know. She fell, there was blood… My head hurts, it hurts so much…" Her hands clutched her ears as she rocked in pain.
Norah bit back her questions. Bianca’s distress made any interrogation feel impossible.
Cleo rushed to her boss's side, panic in her voice. "Secretary White, can’t you see she’s suffering? She’s already been through enough. The doctor warned us about her stress levels. You shouldn’t—"
"Enough," Kevin cut Cleo off, his tone cold and final.