Ch. 205: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 205

Chapter 205

As Jamie spoke, tears streamed down her face. She clung to Mrs. Jenkins's hand, visibly trembling, as if Norah's presence alone terrified her.

Mrs. Jenkins, fueled by her maternal instincts, wrapped Jamie in a protective embrace. Her eyes burned with hatred as she turned to Norah. "What else can you say to defend yourself? My daughter has already testified against you! You're a vile, jealous woman. How dare you hurt my daughter just because you're envious of her goodness?"

Mr. Jenkins, radiating smug confidence, glared at Kevin. "This is the end of the road for her. My daughter’s testimony seals it. Keeping someone as dangerous as her by your side will only bring you disaster."

Before Kevin could respond, the police arrived.

Mrs. Jenkins rushed toward them like they were her saviors. She clutched the officer’s sleeve and cried out, "Officer, thank goodness you're here! Arrest this woman—she tried to kill my daughter. Lock her up so she can’t hurt anyone else!"

The officers, unfazed by the chaos, scanned the room and asked calmly, "Who made the report?"

Norah stepped forward, her voice steady. "I did."

The lead officer turned to her, pen in hand. "We’ve reviewed your initial call, but please explain the situation in detail. We'll investigate thoroughly."

Norah stood tall, unshaken by the hostile stares. "Earlier today, Miss Jenkins and I went to the dock to inspect some goods. While we were alone, she pushed me into the sea and said that if I drowned, she would have someone take the blame for her. She believed no one would suspect her." Her gaze shifted to Jamie, unflinching.

Jamie shot upright, though her frailty caused her to fall back against the bed moments later. She pointed a trembling finger at Norah. "Lies! You're lying! You're the one who pushed me into the sea. I barely survived, and now you’re trying to frame me!"

Mrs. Jenkins stroked Jamie's hair, her voice dripping with venom. "Officer, this woman is a pathological liar! My daughter nearly died, and yet she stands here as if nothing happened. How could anyone believe her story?"

The officer raised a hand to quiet the escalating voices. "We’ll get to the bottom of this. Rest assured, we’ll investigate every angle. No innocent person will be punished, nor will any guilty party escape justice."

Mrs. Jenkins, emboldened, turned to Norah. "You must have planned this all along! You broke the surveillance cameras near the dock to cover your tracks. This was premeditated!"

Norah smirked faintly, her confidence unwavering. "Interesting theory, Mrs. Jenkins. But let me remind you—it was your daughter who summoned me to the dock on short notice. How could I have preemptively sabotaged the cameras if I didn’t even know I’d be there? Your accusation holds no weight."

Mr. Jenkins’s face darkened. "You’re twisting the story! I wouldn’t put it past you to have planned this all along. Coincidences like this don’t just happen!"

Jamie clung to Mrs. Jenkins, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Mom, Dad, don’t let her stay here. Every time I see her, I relive that terrifying moment of falling into the sea. Please, make her leave!"

Mrs. Jenkins patted Jamie’s back and glared at Norah. "You heard her. Get out! You’re not welcome here."

But Norah refused to back down. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. "Why are you so eager to get rid of me, Jamie? Is it because you’re afraid of what I might say? Or maybe because you’re hiding the truth? Pretending to be a helpless victim won’t work forever."

Jamie’s confidence wavered, though she quickly masked her unease. She clung tighter to Mrs. Jenkins, projecting innocence.

Just as Jamie opened her mouth to retort, Norah pulled out a small voice recorder from her pocket.

"Let me jog everyone’s memory," Norah said, her voice calm but firm. She pressed play.

Through the room’s silence echoed Jamie’s voice:"It’s just you and me here, Norah. No cameras, no witnesses. If anything happens to you, I’ll pin it on someone else. I’ve already got someone lined up to take the fall. You’re so naive—it’s almost pathetic."

The chilling words reverberated through the air, stripping Jamie of her façade. Her face turned ashen, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Mrs. Jenkins gasped audibly, her protective instincts faltering. Mr. Jenkins’s expression twisted into shock and disbelief.

Jamie stammered, "Th-that’s not real! She faked it—she’s framing me! It’s all fabricated!"

Norah handed the recorder to the officer, who scrutinized it closely. "Feel free to analyze it," Norah said confidently. "You’ll find it’s authentic. I’ve been Kevin Edwards’s secretary for years, and recording meetings is second nature to me. That habit saved me today."

Mrs. Jenkins recovered quickly, though her tone lacked its earlier fervor. "Officer, you have to believe my daughter. This… this recording must be fake! My daughter would never say such a thing!"

Norah stood firm. "Check it, then. Once the recording is authenticated, I’ll be pressing charges. I have no interest in mediation, compensation, or apologies. All I want is for justice to be served."

The room fell silent as the weight of Norah’s words settled over everyone. Jamie’s bravado crumbled under the scrutiny, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

For the first time, the Jenkins family realized their battle wasn’t as easily won as they had thought.