Ch. 207: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 207

Chapter 207

"Was Kevin pitiful then, and pitiful now?" Mr. Jenkins asked sharply. "That was the Kevin of the past. Now, he’s the head of the Edwards family. Even though we’re abroad, just ask anyone in the capital—who doesn’t acknowledge Kevin’s influence? Even his father can barely get a word in when it comes to Kevin."

Mrs. Jenkins, still tearful, broke the silence. "So, are we just supposed to watch Jamie suffer? If it means saving her, I’d rather take her place!"

Jamie was their daughter, and they were willing to do anything for her. But Mr. Jenkins carried the weight of the entire Jenkins family and the many people who depended on him. He couldn’t afford to act impulsively; he needed to think strategically.

At the police station, Norah completed her statement.

The voice recording had been verified—it wasn’t fabricated.

In this world, there’s no such thing as a perfect crime. Even though Jamie had erased the surveillance footage, every action leaves a trace. It didn’t take long for the police to uncover that Jamie’s driver had assisted her in tampering with the surveillance.

Once the driver was brought in and questioned, the truth came to light.

Jamie sat in the interrogation room, visibly shaken, repeatedly demanding to call her lawyer and see her parents.

Norah had done everything she needed to. What happened to Jamie now was no longer her concern—she would face the punishment she deserved.

Kevin had stayed by Norah’s side throughout the entire process.

At one point, Norah, noticing Kevin’s exhaustion, told him, "You’ve been with me all day. You must be tired. You should go home and rest—you have work tomorrow."

Her thoughtfulness touched Kevin, but he refused to leave her. He couldn’t help but feel something was different about Norah. The tension between them from their recent disagreement seemed to have vanished suddenly, almost too suddenly. But rather than questioning it, he stayed close and focused on supporting her.

By the time they were finished, it was already past 2 a.m.

Norah, feeling drained, dismissed Gloria and the others, assuring them she’d be safe with Kevin. Exhausted, she felt dizzy—her body seemed to tire more easily since her pregnancy.

Kevin noticed her placing a hand on her head and quickly said, "You must be exhausted. Sit down for a bit, and I’ll have someone bring the car over." He glanced at his assistant, Kian, and added, "Go grab a bottle of water for her."

Norah sank into a chair and glanced up at Kevin. "Thank you for staying with me so late tonight."

Her gratitude sounded sincere, but Kevin frowned slightly. "What’s with the formality? You’re acting like I’ve done you a favor. You shouldn’t be the one apologizing—it’s Jamie who should." His tone turned icy as he added, "Jamie won’t walk away from this unscathed. She’ll pay double for what she’s done."

Norah lowered her gaze and said softly, "Do you know why Jamie hurt me? She knows I’m your wife."

Kevin’s expression hardened. "So what if she knows? That’s no excuse to harm you."

Norah studied him carefully. His words were filled with cold indifference toward Jamie, as if she didn’t matter to him at all. She finally said, "You once saved her life. I don’t think you even remember."

Kevin didn’t need to reflect. "Whatever happened back then has nothing to do with me now," he said curtly. "If I’d known this is what saving her would lead to, I wouldn’t have bothered."

Norah’s lips curved into a faint smile. "She told me she likes you. She even claimed you promised to marry her someday."

Kevin scoffed. "Ridiculous. Whatever feelings she has for me don’t justify her actions. And let me be clear: I never made any such promise."

Norah nodded. She had never doubted him. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Jamie, as misguided as she was.

"I’ve come to understand," Norah began, her voice calm, "that the person you saved wasn’t Kevin the man, but Kevin the soldier, fulfilling his duty. That’s why you didn’t remember her."

Kevin’s expression softened slightly. "It was an act of duty, nothing more. I would’ve done the same for anyone."

Norah smiled faintly and said, "I know."

But her calm demeanor only made Kevin uneasy. He studied her carefully. "You’re acting strange tonight," he said, his voice laced with suspicion.

"Am I?" she replied, reaching out to take his arm. "Maybe it’s because I’ve come close to death and finally realized what I want in life."

Kevin, surprised by her sudden affection, felt his concerns fade. He wanted to question her, but the warmth of her hand silenced him. Instead, he said, "Starting today, my phone will be on 24/7. You’ll never have to worry about not being able to reach me again."

"I understand," Norah said, smiling softly. "Let’s go home. By the way, weren’t you planning a trip to France? Do you still have time for that?"

"If it’s with you, I’ll make time," Kevin said firmly. "There’s nothing urgent at work right now. We could both use a break. We’ve been married for so long but never taken a trip together. This is the perfect opportunity."

"Okay," Norah agreed. Then, her tone lightened. "I’m starving. Are you hungry? I had some groceries delivered earlier—I’ll cook for you when we get home."

Kevin frowned. "You’ve been on your feet all day. Let the maid take care of it."

But Norah shook her head. "No, I want to cook for you. Just this once. Let’s have a proper meal together, no arguments, no heavy topics. Just us, okay?"

Kevin couldn’t say no. Her gaze, filled with warmth and sincerity, disarmed him completely. "Okay," he finally said.

Back at home, the maids were still awake, ready to prepare something for them.

But Norah sent everyone to bed, insisting she’d handle it herself.

As Kevin watched her work in the kitchen, he couldn’t shake the uneasiness in his heart. Her sudden change of attitude should’ve reassured him, but instead, it felt surreal, almost like a dream.

Quietly, he walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly.

In that moment, he decided he didn’t care about the questions swirling in his mind. All that mattered was that she was here with him, in his arms.