Ch. 155: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 155

Chapter 155Gloria grasped the situation instantly.

With a smirk, she muttered, “A suicide attempt, huh? Who knows if she actually meant it. No one tampered with the package—it was sealed when it arrived. Bianca must be playing her own game.”

Bianca was using her suicide attempt to divert public outrage, hoping to paint herself as the innocent party. It was a risky move, but some would take it as proof of her innocence and turn their suspicions back onto Norah.

Norah didn’t respond, but a heavy weight settled in her chest.

Whatever Bianca’s intentions, Norah knew Kevin wouldn’t want to see anything happen to Bianca, nor would Siena. They both held Bianca in high regard.

As they drove, Gloria couldn’t resist bringing up a bitter truth. “This is the 21st century, Norah. Yet here we are. You’re still technically married to Kevin, but is your mother-in-law really setting things up so that Bianca can play second wife?”

Norah sighed. “Honestly? Maybe.”

It was clear Siena adored Bianca and likely would have preferred her as Kevin’s wife. If things had gone Siena’s way, Bianca would probably be married to Kevin by now, with kids of their own.

Norah leaned her head back against the seat. “Gloria, I’m exhausted. Can you wake me up when we get there?”

“Sure thing. Get some rest.”

Gloria adjusted the temperature and kept the drive smooth and steady, allowing Norah to drift off.

Meanwhile, Kevin arrived at the hospital.

Bianca was lying on the hospital bed, pale as a ghost, her wrists wrapped in thick white bandages. As soon as she spotted Kevin, her dull eyes brightened. “Kevin… you came?”

His face was tight, his voice cold. “This was reckless, Bianca. It was foolish to put yourself through this just to make a point.”

He knew how powerful the word innocent was, but in the end, even proving innocence could mean nothing if someone had to die for it. Those harsh online critics wouldn’t feel guilty; they’d move on, leaving only tragedy in their wake.

Tears streamed down Bianca’s face, falling one by one. “It’s not foolish to me. I couldn’t bear to see people accusing me. I didn’t even mention Norah’s name. I started my own investigation. How was I supposed to know that Norah would throw everything online?”

“There’s no way to control public opinion. Don’t do something this reckless again,” he said, pulling up a chair beside her bed.

Bianca’s voice was hoarse as she looked at him with pleading eyes. “Kevin, I’ve put your company at risk. I’m sorry—I let you down.”

Kevin’s voice softened just a little. “I’ve already told you not to worry about what others think. No more of these stunts.”

A weak smile softened Bianca’s pale face. “Thank you, Kevin. I’m so grateful you don’t hold this against me.”

She sniffled, eyes still brimming with unshed tears. “I want to get discharged. I can’t stand being here with those awful comments still out there.”

Kevin replied, “I’ll have Kian make the arrangements, but you’ll need to stay a few more days to recover. Kian will also set up some extra security, so you don’t have to worry.”

Bianca forced a smile, but Kevin’s distant tone stung. Despite her attempts to draw him closer, he hadn’t even mentioned Norah, which made it clear his protective instincts lay with her instead.

“I know I’m in good hands,” Bianca whispered, trying to keep the hurt from her voice. “But… some people online are ruthless. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

Kevin handed her a tissue, brushing her words off lightly. “This will pass. If you need anything else, Kian can help you.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, he stood and left, leaving her with the hollow ache of rejection.

Half an hour later, Gloria pulled into the driveway at home, but she hesitated to wake Norah, who was still sound asleep.

Norah eventually stirred on her own, blinking at the familiar surroundings. “Gloria, I thought you were going to wake me?”

Gloria chuckled. “You looked so peaceful—I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Just then, Gloria’s eyes narrowed, spotting a figure standing outside the car.

A man in a white shirt and black trousers waited nearby, holding a bouquet of pink roses. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his expression was one of determined anticipation.

Gloria rolled down the window, her tone sharp. “Why are you here? I told you not to come around anymore.”