Ch. 211: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 211

Chapter 211

At Edwards Corporation, competition was cutthroat. Micah, once a standout at his previous job, now found himself among a dozen other programmers of equal talent. The pressure to rise above the rest was unrelenting.

Determined to prove himself, he worked tirelessly, barely pausing to eat. He often settled for a few bites of bread before diving back into his tasks. At that moment, a piece of bread in hand, he suddenly sensed someone towering over him.

Looking up, Micah froze. The bread almost slipped from his hand. "M-Mr. Edwards!"

Kevin Edwards stood before him, his tall, commanding presence exuding authority and a palpable intensity.

Micah scrambled to his feet. "Mr. Edwards, is there something you need?"

Kevin’s sharp gaze locked onto him. "Are you Micah?"

"Yes, sir," Micah stammered, unsure why the CEO of all people was addressing him. "I—I haven’t done anything wrong!"

Without another word, Kevin turned and strode toward the general manager's office. The general manager motioned for Micah to follow.

"Well? Go!"

Micah rushed into the office, his nerves on edge. Once inside, the atmosphere thickened. Kevin sat casually on the couch, his piercing eyes scanning Micah.

"You know Norah?" Kevin asked coldly.

Micah hesitated. "Norah? Yes, sir. She was my college classmate... I also know she's your personal secretary."

Kevin’s expression didn’t waver. "What was she doing at the hospital recently?"

Micah blinked, startled by the question. Why would the CEO care about Norah’s personal life?

Kevin’s gaze sharpened, demanding an answer.

Micah, under the weight of Kevin’s scrutiny, suddenly remembered his recent encounter with Norah at the hospital.

"Norah... she’s pregnant," Micah blurted out, his voice trembling.

Kevin’s face hardened, his sharp features darkening with fury. The room seemed to grow colder as tension hung thick in the air.

Micah nervously continued, "I—I even took a photo. Although the paperwork she tore up was incomplete, I pieced it together. It’s clear... it was a pregnancy ultrasound."

He fumbled with his phone, pulling up the fragmented photo and offering it to Kevin.

Kevin didn’t need long to see the truth. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening as he suppressed the growing storm inside him.

Norah was pregnant.

But whose child was it?

Kevin’s mind spiraled. The pieces began falling into place—her evasive behavior, her sudden departure. She had left him to start a life with someone else. The realization was a blade twisting in his chest.

Kevin stood abruptly, his fury barely contained. Without a word, he stormed out of the office, leaving Micah bewildered.

In the elevator, Kevin seethed, his hands shoved deep into his pockets to mask his rage. His voice was icy when he barked into his phone, "Find out where Norah is. Now."

No matter where she had run, no matter who she was with, Kevin vowed to bring her back.

Kian, sensing the dangerous shift in Kevin’s mood, felt a shiver run down his spine.

Meanwhile, Norah was at her desk, dabbing at her watery eyes with a tissue. She had no idea who might be thinking about her at that moment. Her parents? Probably not. She had called them just a few days ago to let them know she was fine.

"Norah, the editor-in-chief wants you to revise this press release," a colleague said, handing her a document.

"Got it. I’ll get on it right away," Norah replied with a smile.

She worked as an editor at a television station, a role she had carefully planned for before leaving Kevin. Her strong background in journalism and her college experience as president of the literary club had made the transition easier.

While she was still adjusting to her new environment, she had already built a rapport with her colleagues. Her writing had gained modest recognition, with one of her articles garnering tens of thousands of views—a small but meaningful achievement.

After finishing her revisions, Norah prepared to leave.

"Goodnight, Norah!" her colleague called out.

"Goodnight!" she replied, gathering her belongings and stepping out into the cool evening air.

Her rented apartment was just a ten-minute walk from work. She took her usual route, passing through a lively square where families gathered, children skated, and the air buzzed with chatter.

She paused briefly, enjoying the scene. Resting her hand on her growing belly, she felt a glimmer of hope. She wouldn’t be alone for much longer.

With a small smile, Norah continued her walk.

The streets grew quieter as she neared her apartment. The soft glow of streetlights cast long shadows, and her footsteps echoed in the stillness.

Then she noticed it—a shadow besides her own.

Her heart raced.

She stopped abruptly. The other shadow stopped too.

Trying to suppress her panic, Norah quickened her pace. But the person behind her abandoned all pretense and closed the distance between them.

Before she could react, her arm was grabbed. She swung her bag in defense, but the assailant snatched it away.

A scream tore from her lips as the person lifted her off the ground, holding her tightly.

"Ahh!" Norah cried, fear gripping her.