Ch. 229: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 229
Chapter 229
Norah tried to endure the discomfort, believing she could tough it out. But her nose, far too sensitive, betrayed her, and she suddenly retched.
Lincoln, chatting with her moments before, noticed her sudden reaction. His face turned concerned. “Norah... are you okay?”
Without answering, Norah clasped her hand over her mouth and hurried to the restroom.
Watching her symptoms unfold, Lincoln couldn’t help but draw a conclusion—it was the telltale reaction of a pregnant woman.
His expression shifted as he followed her to the restroom door, waiting for her to reappear.
When Norah finally emerged, pale and visibly drained, Lincoln handed her a tissue.
“Thank you,” she said softly, taking the tissue to dab at her face.
“Norah,” Lincoln began cautiously, “are you... pregnant?”
Norah froze for a second, then exhaled, deciding there was no point in hiding it. “Yes, I am.”
Lincoln’s surprise was evident. “Congratulations! I didn’t expect to hear this after so long. That’s great news!”
Norah forced a faint smile but kept silent. Sensing her reluctance to elaborate, Lincoln shifted topics.
As they resumed their work, Lincoln couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. She looked exhausted, her pregnancy adding to her burdens. Her decision to leave her prestigious role in the Edwards family and take up work at the TV station suddenly seemed more complex than it appeared.
Still, Norah remained resilient. She masked her struggles, powering through her assignments while shielding herself from the fishy smells that triggered her nausea.
Lincoln, noticing her determination despite her condition, instructed his assistant, “Go buy some essentials for pregnant women. Now.”
“Yes, Mr. Houle,” the assistant replied, hurrying off.
Norah, ever focused on her work, tried to maintain her professionalism. “Lincoln,” she said, closing her notebook, “there’s a new project coming up at the station. I’ll let you know about it once it’s ready. It might be something you’d be interested in.”
“Norah,” Lincoln interrupted gently, “you need to rest. You’re pregnant. Take care of yourself first.”
“I’m fine,” she insisted, brushing off his concern. “Work comes first.”
But her body betrayed her again. A wave of dizziness hit, and Norah stumbled. Lincoln instinctively reached out to support her.
“See?” Lincoln said, steadying her. “You need rest—for yourself and the baby.”
Just then, another hand yanked Lincoln away with brutal force. The next moment, a fist collided with his face, sending him staggering to the ground.
“Kevin!” Norah gasped, snapping out of her daze as she saw Kevin looming over Lincoln, his expression dark with rage.
Kevin’s furious voice filled the air. “So, this is the Anthony you’ve been in love with for years? Is he the father of your child?”
Lincoln, still reeling from the blow, tried to speak, but Kevin grabbed him by the collar and punched him again, not giving him a chance to explain.
Norah stepped forward, shouting, “Kevin, stop it! What are you doing?”
Kevin turned his seething gaze toward her. “I’m doing what I should’ve done a long time ago—getting rid of the man you’ve been hiding from me!”
“Let him go!” Norah yelled, her voice trembling with anger and urgency.
But Kevin’s fury only grew. “You’re defending him? You feel sorry for him? Let me show you what real regret looks like!” With that, he delivered another brutal kick, sending Lincoln sprawling once more.
Norah rushed to Lincoln’s side, helping him sit up. Kevin grabbed her wrist, his grip firm and his tone colder than ever. “How dare you feel sorry for him in front of me?”
Norah shook him off, her own anger boiling over. “You’re completely unreasonable! Lincoln is my business partner!”
Kevin sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Business partner? He’s buying things for you, worrying about your child, and hovering around you like a lovesick puppy. You expect me to believe there’s nothing going on?”
“I haven’t lied to you!” Norah shot back.
Kevin’s laughter was bitter and harsh. “You? Not lying? Then explain why you set me up with Maxine. You weren’t even there. What game are you playing?”
Norah’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Fine. I used you, Kevin. I admit it. I didn’t care who accompanied you because I have bigger priorities. Work matters more to me than your feelings. Now, are you happy to hear the truth?”
Her words cut deeper than Kevin expected. His anger twisted into something darker—disappointment. “Norah, do you even hear yourself? What are you trying to prove?”
Norah met his gaze, her voice unwavering. “I don’t love you, Kevin. I never did. And I want a divorce.”
Her words hit like a thunderclap. For a moment, Kevin’s fury melted into disbelief, then icy resolve.
“Fine,” he said, his voice void of warmth. “You want a divorce? You’ll get it.”
Without another word, Kevin stormed off, leaving Norah standing in the wreckage of their relationship, her heart heavier than ever.