Ch. 230: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 230

Chapter 230

Kevin and Norah faced off, their tension palpable, and no one dared to intervene.

Kevin’s eyes burned with anger, bloodshot and cold. He was so enraged that he’d lost all composure, his rationality completely shattered. Yet, his furious words seemed to have the opposite effect on Norah, calming her down. Her hands clenched into fists, bitterness spreading through her chest like wildfire. The divorce had been her decision—something she had fought for—but now that it was happening, it left her feeling hollow and adrift.

Maybe she hadn’t expected Kevin to react with such fury.

Maybe the chaos of the day had worn her down, leaving her overwhelmed and unable to process the growing rift between them.

Kevin’s sharp gaze pinned her in place, as though he were waiting for her to deliver the final blow.

Norah remained silent for a long moment before finally speaking, her voice steady but strained.“Fine. I’ll meet you at the Civil Affairs Bureau.”

Her resolve was crumbling, but she wouldn’t show it. Knowing what was coming, her heart ached as if it had been clawed open. And yet, why did a small, desperate part of her still hold onto hope? Kevin, however, let out a bitter laugh.

“Fine,” he said coldly.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps heavy with anger. As he passed the pile of maternity supplements on the floor, they caught his eye, irritating him further. With a swift kick, he sent them scattering before storming out of sight.

Norah watched his retreating figure, her emotions a swirling storm. Her head spun, the world tilting precariously until her knees buckled.

“Ms. White!”

The orphanage’s director rushed forward to catch her just before she collapsed.

“Are you okay? Sit down for a moment and rest,” the director urged, her voice filled with concern.

Norah let herself be guided to a chair, her breathing ragged as she tried to steady herself.

“Here, drink some water.” The director handed her a glass, her kindness like a balm to Norah’s frayed nerves.

“Thank you,” Norah whispered, forcing a weak smile as she clutched the cup in trembling hands.

The director, a woman in her thirties, tried to console her. “Marriage isn’t easy. All couples argue. They fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of it. Don’t let it get to you.”

Norah forced a nod, but her mind was elsewhere. She and Kevin rarely fought before. If anything, they avoided confrontation. She kept her feelings bottled up, while he dismissed her emotions altogether. It was the indifference of a man who didn’t love her, and she’d learned to accept it.

So why were they clashing now?

Was it because Kevin was demanding more of her, or because her actions were becoming harder to justify?

Today, she’d used Kevin as a pawn to manipulate Maxine. It was cruel and calculated, and she knew it. But achieving her goals often meant sacrificing morality. She wanted Kevin to understand that she’d used him today, and that next time, it might be far worse.

Taking a deep breath, Norah sipped her water to calm herself. Her thoughts drifted to Lincoln, who had been injured in the confrontation with Kevin.

She went to check on him.

Lincoln sat in a chair, dabbing medicine on the bruises that marred his otherwise flawless features. Despite his battered appearance, he remained composed.

“Norah,” he greeted her politely, a faint smile on his lips. “You shouldn’t have come over. You need to rest. I saw how upset you were earlier—it’s not good for your health.”

Norah’s face flushed with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Lincoln. I involved you in this mess, and you got hurt because of me.”

Lincoln waved her apology away with a casual smile. “Don’t worry about it. Today was a win-win for us. As for Kevin’s outburst, it was just an unfortunate twist. I didn’t expect him to be so furious.”

After a pause, he added, “Kevin seems particularly sensitive about the baby. He even accused me of being the father. Is that why you resigned from the Edwards family?”

Norah hesitated, her gaze falling to the floor. “It’s a long story. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

Lincoln didn’t press her. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I’ll be heading out soon—do you need a ride?”

“No, thank you. I drove here myself. You go ahead—I’ll apologize properly another day,” Norah replied.

Lincoln smiled, his tone light. “No need to be so formal. This beating wasn’t for nothing. I’m confident your efforts will lead to bigger rewards for both of us.”

After wrapping up their conversation, Lincoln left. But before driving off, he sent a message to Steven:

[Did you know Norah is pregnant?]

Steven, lounging at home in casual clothes with his hair a disheveled mess, read the text. He paused for a moment before replying:

[I didn’t know.]

Lincoln, surprised, shot back:

[Well, things just got a lot more complicated. She’s carrying someone else’s child. Seems like she has feelings for another man. Are you sure you still want to marry her?]

Steven’s expression darkened as he read the message. But after a moment of silence, his face softened into quiet resignation.

[If she’s happy, I’ll support her. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.]

He followed up with another text:

[But only if she’s truly happy.]

Lincoln replied, teasing him lightly:

[You’re incredible. The last romantic standing in our group. You’ve carried a torch for her for over a decade!]

Steven sighed and leaned back on the sofa, his heart heavy. Loving Norah had always been an uphill battle. Every day was a delicate balance between hoping she’d love him back and fearing he wasn’t good enough for her.

All he wanted was for her to have a safe, happy life—whether or not he was part of it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Sliding his phone into his pocket, Steven opened the door to find Emma standing there, a bright smile lighting up her face.

“Hey!” Emma greeted him enthusiastically.

Steven blinked in surprise. “Emma? What are you doing here?”

Emma, with her striking features and faintly mixed-race beauty, raised the bag in her hand. “You got drunk last night, so I made some porridge for you. It’s good for your stomach.”

She breezed past him into the apartment without waiting for an invitation.

“Your parents were worried when they couldn’t reach you last night,” she added, setting the porridge on the table. “I told them you were with me and that your phone died. But next time, don’t make me lie for you, okay? And stop drinking so much!”

Steven barely had time to react as Emma busied herself, chiding him like an older sibling.

“Thanks,” he murmured, unsure what else to say.

Emma waved off his gratitude. “No need to thank me. Now come here and eat while it’s hot! I spent hours making this for you.”

Though Steven wasn’t hungry, he found himself sitting at the table as Emma pushed a steaming bowl of porridge toward him, her eyes bright with anticipation.