Ch. 173: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 173

Chapter 173

Norah and Bianca both tensed the moment those words left Kevin's mouth.

Norah had worked closely with Kevin for seven years. She knew his nature well—if he hadn’t asked her to help Bianca up, it was intentional. He was choosing Bianca over her.

But Norah stayed calm, clutching her phone and refraining from any reaction. Watching Bianca on the security footage felt like witnessing a petty performance, a desperate attempt for attention.

As for Bianca, Kevin’s words conveyed his disgust. His cold tone made it clear he didn’t believe her. She decided to gamble, banking on her theatrics to sway him. Two minutes later, security pulled up the surveillance feed.

When Bianca walked past Norah, she blocked the camera for an instant—just enough time for her to fall backward. It looked like someone had pushed her. Kevin’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Norah. “Apologize,” he commanded.

The villa’s cameras had limited angles; it wasn’t set up for flawless surveillance since this was a residential area, prioritizing privacy. Yet Kevin accepted what he saw, choosing to believe the scene in front of him, especially since Bianca held his trust.

“What if I don’t apologize?” Norah challenged, meeting Kevin’s dark eyes. Despite her role, she felt overlooked—treated like an inferior in her own home while Bianca, an intruder, had Kevin’s backing.

“Kevin, I know Secretary White acted this way because I’ve been getting too close to you,” Bianca added in a strained, insinuating voice, stoking the tension further.

Kevin’s eyes grew colder, but Norah remained unfazed. “Bianca, it’s your fault. Playing the third party in someone else’s marriage without any boundaries.”

Kevin stepped forward, grabbed Norah’s wrist, and pulled her toward Bianca. “Norah, you should own up to your actions. If you won’t apologize, then you’re admitting guilt, and you’ll pay for it.”

Norah’s heart sank. Kevin was letting Bianca treat her this way without a word of protest. Still, a small sense of relief washed over her. Bianca played innocent again, saying, “Kevin, don’t be so harsh. I still have things to do. Take care of each other, you two.”

Kevin’s gaze lingered heavily on Norah as she turned to leave. For the first time, he seemed genuinely disappointed.

“Norah, what happened to you?” Kevin asked. “Why have you changed?”

Norah’s eyes held a steely determination as she responded, “Kevin, if you don’t trust me, there’s nothing left to say. Why did she give you clothes, why stay for dinner, why ask me to teach her to cook?” She challenged him, her voice unyielding. “I was holding my phone the whole time. She passed by, and suddenly, she’s on the ground. What am I, lightning?”

Kevin’s confidence wavered slightly as he replayed the scene in his mind. “Why didn’t you bring this up earlier?”

Norah smirked. “Would you really reconsider just because of what I said?”

She pulled her hand free and walked away, leaving him standing there, watching her retreating figure.

Kevin lit a cigarette, his thoughts interrupted by Bianca’s call. He put her on speaker.

“Kevin, don’t hold it against Secretary White,” Bianca said in a feigned, remorseful tone. “I know it’s my fault, and I’ll limit how often I see you.”

Kevin’s response was cold and succinct. “It’d better be that way.”

Bianca was stunned, realizing Kevin’s stance had shifted. He didn’t completely believe she’d been pushed. Her frustration boiled up, but Kevin cut her off sharply, “Bianca, don’t push my limits.”

He ended the call, leaving Bianca in shocked silence.

Meanwhile, Kevin placed a call to Aunt Mamali, instructing her to make something gentle on the stomach for Norah, who hadn’t eaten much during the tense dinner.

“I’ll take care of it right away,” Aunt Mamali replied, preparing the meal quickly. She was about to take it up to Norah’s room when Kevin stopped her. “Wait.” He took the tray himself and went upstairs.

Norah was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone, absorbed in reading the news. She’d always had an interest in journalism. Now, with her pregnancy and her uncertain future, she knew she’d need to lie low after leaving Kevin.

The door opened, and Kevin entered with the tray.

Norah looked up, incredulous. “What is this, Kevin? You throw me under the bus and then try to offer me a consolation prize?”

His voice was low as he replied, “I didn’t have time to check the footage earlier, but I did warn her.”

Norah smirked, bitterness edging her words. “Should I be grateful, then, for you standing up for me today?”

Kevin set the food down. “You didn’t eat much. Have something.”

She scoffed. “Why don’t you take it to Bianca? Isn’t everything just the way you wanted it?” She couldn’t understand why he was bothering. She had no value to him now, no purpose to fulfill.

But Kevin stayed silent, seating himself beside her.