Ch. 243: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 243

Chapter 243

Bianca looked at Cleo with confusion written across her face. "Who... Who are you? I don't know you. Kevin, who is she? Who are they?"

Everyone in the room froze in stunned silence.

Cleo, looking equally bewildered, said, "Ms. Lynch, don’t you recognize me? I’m Cleo, your assistant."

But Bianca shoved her away. "Get away from me! Kevin, what’s happening to me? Why can’t I hear anything? Please, come closer—I’m scared!"

Bonnie, watching the scene unfold, shook her head in disbelief. "First, she goes deaf, and now she has amnesia? If this were a drama, it’d be downright tragic!"

Kevin stepped forward.

Bianca immediately clutched his sleeve, as if he were her lifeline. She hid behind him, eyeing the others nervously. "Kevin, who are these people? Why are they staring at me like that? Make them leave. I’m terrified."

Kevin, sensing her panic, said, "Everyone, leave."

Bonnie’s frustration boiled over. "Kevin, are you seriously buying this act? Are you that gullible?"

"Get out!" Kevin’s voice was firm, cutting off any further argument.

Norah clenched her fists but remained silent, feeling like an outsider in her own life.

Bonnie glared at Kevin, her anger seething. "Fine! Do what you want. But don’t come crying to me when you regret this. You’ll lose your wife and your aunt!"

Kevin didn’t flinch or even look their way as they stormed out.

Walking down the hallway, Bonnie turned to Norah. "If you want a divorce, just go for it. I’m done trying to fix this. Kevin might be my nephew, but I won’t stand by while he humiliates you!"

Norah offered a small smile. "Even without Kevin, you’ll always be my aunt."

Nearby, Maxine had been eavesdropping. Her eyes widened as she pieced the conversation together. So Norah really is Kevin’s wife? And they’re talking about a divorce?

The gears in Maxine’s mind started turning. She’d heard rumors about Kevin and Bianca, and now it seemed like there was more to the story—a wealthy wife potentially cast aside. This was a golden opportunity.

Back in the hospital room, Bianca clung to Kevin, her voice trembling. "Kevin, who were those people? They seemed so hostile. And why can’t I hear anything? What’s happening to me?"

Kevin looked at her for a long moment. "Do you really not remember anything?"

Bianca stared at his lips, trying to read his words. "What are you saying?"

Kevin typed on his phone and showed it to her: What do you remember?

Bianca hesitated. "I remember... we were in school. I was with you, and then I went abroad. Kevin, I never should have left. I had no choice back then, but I’ll never leave you again!"

Tears streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Kevin gently pushed her away. "That was a long time ago."

Bianca’s eyes searched his face. "A long time ago? Did I come back to Craggaville? How did I even get here? I don’t remember. Did I do something wrong? Why does it feel like... you don’t like me anymore?"

Cleo chimed in, typing on her phone: Ms. Lynch, no one dislikes you. Don’t be afraid. You’re a big star now!

Bianca’s confusion deepened. "A star? What did I miss? And why can’t I hear? Is it some kind of illness?"

Cleo reassured her. "No, nothing like that."

Kevin watched Bianca intently, studying her every move. Her demeanor seemed genuine, almost identical to how she’d been in the past. He typed another question: There are reporters outside who want to interview you. Do you want to face them?

Bianca immediately shook her head. "No, I don’t want to!"

Kevin’s suspicions about her grew. She’d awakened as a supposed victim, and her memory loss seemed too convenient.

Later, when confronted, Cleo confessed, "I leaked the video. Ms. Lynch was being attacked, and no one stood up for her. I wanted the public to see the truth. If no one will protect her, then her fans will. I’m one of them. If you want to punish me, fine—but I stand by what I did!"

Kevin didn’t hesitate. "You’re fired."

Cleo’s eyes filled with tears as she glanced at Bianca one last time. "Ms. Lynch, I can’t be here for you anymore, but if you ever need me, I’ll come back."

Bianca, hiding behind Kevin, didn’t even acknowledge Cleo’s words.

After Cleo left, Bianca turned to Kevin, her voice trembling. "I can’t hear. Do you... do you think less of me now? Can we still be together?"

Her words carried a desperate plea for reassurance.

Kevin gazed into her tear-filled eyes before typing: There are too many reporters outside. It’s not safe here. I’ll have someone prepare the villa for you.

Bianca’s face lit up with a hopeful smile. "I knew you wouldn’t abandon me, Kevin."

Kevin simply nodded. "I’ll have it arranged," he said before stepping out of the room.

As he left, Maxine slipped in unnoticed.

Bianca, still riding the high of Kevin’s words, looked up sharply. "Who are you?"

Maxine removed her mask and smiled. "Ms. Lynch, it’s me."

Bianca’s tense expression relaxed.

Meanwhile, Kevin was in the hospital director’s office, making a call.

Bonian’s voice was incredulous over the phone. "You’re letting Bianca move into your villa? Are you out of your mind? What about your wife?"

Kevin’s tone was measured. "Bianca is deaf and claims to have amnesia. Don’t you think that’s suspicious?"

Bonian paused. "Suspicious? Are you saying she’s faking it?"

"I’m saying there’s more to this," Kevin replied, his voice laced with doubt. "Do you know why Bianca went abroad all those years ago?"

"No idea. Wasn’t she your childhood sweetheart?"

Kevin leaned against the wall, his brow furrowed. "I think there’s someone helping her behind the scenes. She’s not the type to make such drastic sacrifices on her own. And I suspect that her leaving for abroad and her sudden return to Craggaville are tied to that case."