Ch. 241: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 241

Chapter 241

Steven smiled faintly. “I’m not sad.”

“I know.” Norah nodded, her tone soft but firm. “You shared your feelings with me, and I respect that. But Steven, I’m not ready to start another relationship right now.”

Steven chuckled lightly. “What do you think I am, Norah? Don’t underestimate me. I’ll admit I have selfish intentions, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you as a friend. You’re one of my closest.”

Norah frowned. “What’s so good about me, Steven? I’ve wondered about that for years.”

Steven hesitated, then simply said, “You’re just... you.”

Norah couldn’t help but laugh.

Steven stayed by her side until she drifted off to sleep. Watching her so closely, he reached out as if to touch her face but stopped himself.

Her brow furrowed even in sleep, worry etched into her expression. Gently, he smoothed the wrinkles with his thumb and whispered softly, “Norah, I’ll never ask for anything from you. Everything I have now... I owe it to you.”

After covering her with a blanket, he quietly stood and left, hoping she’d finally get the peace she deserved—if not in life, then at least tonight.

Norah woke up to her alarm. The room was dark, and she blinked groggily as she checked the time.

Reaching for her phone, she opened her notifications and saw a headline that made her heart sink:

[Bianca is gravely ill and was driven to despair. But why?]

Her chest tightened as she read through the comments.

Who would be so cruel as to harass someone in the hospital? Don’t they have bodyguards to protect her?

You can tell from her face she’s been through hell. Why isn’t her company stepping in to help?

I heard there’s some shady connection between her boss and the person who did this. Bianca deserves justice!

We fans won’t let her be treated like this. Someone has to pay!

Fans were outraged, demanding action. Personal attacks poured in against someone named Bonnie.

One comment stood out:

I know who she is. Her name’s Bonnie. She owns a chain of beauty salons and has plenty of money. But does that give her the right to bully people?

Attached were photos of Bonnie’s beauty salon—its façade vandalized with red paint and the words “Vile Woman, You’ll Get What’s Coming!” scrawled across it.

Norah’s face paled. In just ten minutes, Bonnie’s business had become a target, and Norah feared it wouldn’t stop there. She tried calling Bonnie, but the call wouldn’t go through. Anxiety churned in her gut as she rushed to get dressed, determined to check on her.

Before she could leave, the door opened, and Bonnie walked in, carrying bags of food.

“Look what I brought you!” Bonnie said cheerfully. “I heard you’ve been feeling queasy, so I brought some sweet and sour pickles and your favorite crucian carp soup.”

Norah’s relief was instant. She ran to hug her aunt tightly. “Thank God you’re okay!”

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the dramatics? Did something happen?”

Pulling back, Norah inspected her aunt from head to toe. “You’re not hurt, are you? No one’s attacked you?”

Bonnie rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Please, Norah. Who would dare mess with me? I’d put them in their place real quick.”

“But, Aunt, didn’t you see the news? Your beauty salon was vandalized!”

Bonnie plopped down on the couch, crossing her legs as she pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds. “So what? Let them smash it. They’ll have to pay for the damages. If they can’t, they’ll face the law. A little money won’t ruin me. Beauty salons are just pocket change!”

Norah admired her aunt’s carefree attitude but couldn’t shake her worry. “What about your safety? You’re staying here tonight, right?”

Bonnie waved it off. “Relax. I don’t stay in one place for long. One night here, another night there—who can keep track?”

“But the internet is going crazy! Bianca’s fans are furious, and they’re targeting you. This won’t just blow over.”

Bonnie shrugged. “It’s all noise. People will move on to the next scandal soon enough. Trust me, it’ll be forgotten in a few days.”

Norah shook her head. “No, Aunt. I can’t let you take the fall for this. Bianca’s situation is more complicated than it seems. She’s deaf, and now there’s this video painting her as the victim. People won’t let it go.”

Bonnie sighed, clearly unmoved. “Norah, don’t stress yourself out over this. You’re pregnant. Focus on taking care of yourself. Let people say what they want—I couldn’t care less.”

Meanwhile, Kevin was fuming in his office.

Slamming his hands on the table, he growled, “What’s the point of having a PR team if you can’t even contain a story? I thought I told you to block this news!”

One of his staff stammered, “Mr. Edwards, we did block it initially, but the video came from a third party. We couldn’t stop it from spreading.”

Kevin clenched his fists. He hadn’t even seen the video yet, but he knew the damage it could cause—not just to Bianca, but to Bonnie as well.

The thought of Bonnie facing backlash made his blood boil.