Ch. 74: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 74

Chapter 74The maid brought the tea and placed it on the coffee table. "Ms. Gill, your tea."

Lola quickly straightened up, setting aside the pillow she was holding. She smiled at the maid and said, "Thank you." She looked at the cup, admiring the beautiful porcelain and the rose petals floating in the steaming tea. The delicate aroma filled the air.

She took a sip, and the subtle floral taste made her feel refined. "This is delicious. I've never had tea like this before."

Everything around her seemed luxurious and special, making her feel like she was experiencing the best of everything.

The maid's job was to ensure guests were comfortable. She smiled at Lola’s compliment and replied, "You're very kind, Ms. Gill." Then, the maid quietly left.

Lola watched the maid leave, feeling a sense of importance for the first time.

A little later, Norah returned, having finished her tasks. Lola immediately set her tea down, stood up, and greeted her with a smile. "Ms. White."

Norah nodded. "I've arranged for someone to clean your room. You can rest now. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."

"Wait," Lola called out, wanting to say more.

"What is it?" Norah asked.

"I haven't thanked you yet," Lola said. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have seen this world. Thank you so much." Unsure how to express her gratitude, Lola bowed to Norah.

Norah observed Lola’s gesture, frowning slightly. She had seen many women try to get close to Kevin, often with ulterior motives. Lola’s gratitude made Norah suspicious. "Are you trying to shift the blame to me? Do you think that if Mr. Edwards finds out you’re not who you claim to be, he’ll suspect me too? That we’ll be in this together?"

Lola looked at Norah, confused. "I don't understand what you mean." Then, realizing what Norah was implying, she added, "Are you doubting me? I'm telling the truth. If you don’t believe me, are you questioning Mr. Edwards’ judgment? I was the woman that night, Ms. White. I hope you can believe me."

If Norah weren’t personally involved, she might have believed Lola. But she couldn’t understand how Lola could be so sure it was her.

However, it wasn’t Norah’s place to decide—Kevin had come to this conclusion on his own.

Seeing Norah’s distance, Lola felt lost again. She lowered her head and said sadly, "I don't have any friends here. If you're upset with me for not telling you everything and decide to avoid me, I’ll have no one to talk to. Ms. White, I know you're a kind person and won't hold it against me, right?"

Norah no longer needed Lola’s help and responded coolly, "People are different. Not everyone can be friends. You should find people who share your interests, Lola."

Despite Lola’s humble plea, Norah remained unmoved, and Lola felt even more disheartened.

Norah didn't want to continue the conversation and said, "It's late. You should get some rest."

With that, Norah left.

"Ms. White," Lola called after her, "please don't leave tonight. I'm alone in this big house. Stay with me. We can share this villa together."

But Norah ignored her and walked out to her waiting car.

Lola watched as the car drove away, standing there until it disappeared from view.

Even though the villa behind her was luxurious, being alone made it feel strange. But more than that, she was troubled.

Kevin seemed to believe her, so why didn’t Norah?

Norah was a good person. Maybe one day, if she explained everything clearly, Norah would believe her too.

Lola tried to reassure herself with this thought, feeling a bit better. She turned and walked back inside.

The maid was busy tidying up her room and spoke politely to her when she finished.

Lola entered the bedroom, which was massive with a large bed—a princess bed with dreamy curtains. It was bigger than her entire house back home.

Everything was brand new.

She opened the closet, finding rows of beautiful dresses. The sight was like something out of a TV show.

Lola had always dreamed of being a princess and having everything she wanted. Now, that dream had come true!

Excitedly, she threw herself on the bed, rolling around with joy. She couldn't calm down for a long time.

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After handling things on her end, Norah returned home in the evening. She checked the time. Kevin didn’t have much on his schedule, so he should have been home by now.

When she got home, she asked the maid if Kevin had returned.

Norah wanted to clear things up with Kevin as soon as possible. She needed to explain everything to him, or she would never be able to shake off the suspicion hanging over her. But with Kevin still out, all she could do was wait.

She tried calling him, but his phone was turned off. She had no idea where he was or when he might return. It seemed likely that he wouldn't come home tonight.

Resigning herself to the situation, Norah decided not to stay up late. She turned off the lights and went to bed.

The next morning, as she had expected, Kevin still hadn’t come home.

Norah went to the office as usual, but her role felt diminished. She was Kevin’s secretary, but lately, it seemed like she was just another staff member. Kevin was barely around, and when he did come to the office, he was in and out so quickly that she hardly had a chance to speak with him.

It felt as though she had been sidelined, like a concubine in an old story—visible but not valued.

This pattern continued for several days.

Norah found no opportunity to talk to Kevin at all.

At home, Siena didn’t miss a chance to make things worse. "Why haven't you seen Kevin for days? Is it because you’ve pushed him away that he doesn’t even come home anymore?" she taunted.

Norah didn't want to engage, so she ignored her. But Siena wasn’t done. She followed Norah, continuing to poke at her. "Even if you don’t tell me, I can see what's going on. He’s staying away because your relationship is souring. When he liked you, he came home. Now, he doesn’t even bother. It's your fault—you’re an unlucky star, keeping me from seeing my son."

Siena’s nagging grated on Norah’s nerves. "What's the point of saying all this to me? What do you expect me to do about it?" she snapped.

"You make me unhappy, so of course I have to tell you," Siena replied smugly. "There's only you and me in this house. If I don’t vent to you, who else can I vent to? Kevin doesn’t come home, so you should be careful. Maybe he’s found someone new."

Siena seemed almost proud as she said it, her tone laced with a hint of satisfaction. "My son is so handsome and successful—there are plenty of women out there who want him. It's only natural for a man to have a few new loves. One day, you’ll really be left all alone."