Ch. 83: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 83

Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 83 - "Linda, show some respect. When did I ever say anything? You've already hurt Jack. What more do you want?" Gwen couldn’t hold back her temper.

"Fine, I’ll be straight," Linda replied. "How did you manage to pay off that last 10 million debt? You said you had no money and that everyone had to work together to figure it out. James was desperate, even thinking about selling his kidney. But in the end, everything was resolved. You claimed it was paid back, and we didn’t need to worry."

They had always been suspicious about how easily the 10 million was paid off. They thought the family still had money.

"Brother, where did you get so much money? Did you take all of your parents’ money? You must have stolen it!" Linda accused.

Linda had always been concerned about their family hiding money from them. She suspected there was more left over after the inheritance was split.

Jack was furious, coughing uncontrollably. He pointed at Linda and said, "How could you doubt me? After everything I’ve done for this family!"

Gwen quickly tried to calm Jack. "Don’t get so worked up, you’re still recovering."

Seeing Jack so upset, Linda softened a bit. "I’m just asking, brother. I don’t mean to accuse you. Don’t be mad."

But Jack felt deeply hurt. He had to sacrifice his daughter, Norah, for the family. It was the only regret in his life. He felt he owed her.

Norah had been listening to the argument, and from Linda's expression, she could tell what was going on. She never liked her aunt. Linda was too petty, jealous, and always stirring up trouble. Yet, when she needed help, she'd put her pride aside.

Gwen had once told Norah that Jack and his brother James used to be close. But after James got married, Linda started whispering in his ear and throwing tantrums, which pushed the two families apart.

Jack valued family, so he tolerated Linda’s behavior for James’ sake, but things kept getting worse.

Norah always believed the 10 million debt was Jack’s responsibility due to his failed business. Now she realized her family had contributed to it as well.

She opened the door, drawing everyone’s attention.

Linda quickly wiped her tears and smiled. "Norah, you’re here."

Norah’s expression was stern. She looked at her father, lying in bed. "Dad, how are you?"

Jack tried to stay calm to avoid worrying her. "It’s just a small fracture. I’ll be fine after some rest. I told your mother not to bother you, but she called anyway. You should get back to work."

He didn’t want to burden Norah.

"Dad, why are you worried about my job when you’re like this?" Norah replied. "You’re not young anymore, and your bones will heal slowly. Please take care of yourself and don’t make me worry."

"I know, I’ll be more careful," Jack assured her.

Linda, seeing how well Norah was doing in her career, decided to push her luck. "Norah, you’ve been working for a big company for seven or eight years now. Your sister is about to graduate and needs an internship. Can’t you help her?"

Sierra, Norah’s cousin, was also aware of Norah’s success. She hadn’t cared much before, but now that she was struggling to find an internship, she was eager for help.

"Cousin, I’ll be doing my internship in a month. Can I work at your company? Even if it’s just small tasks, I don’t mind," Sierra asked.

Norah responded, "What’s your degree?"

Sierra proudly said, "First-class."

"Our company only hires graduates from top universities. That’s not enough," Norah said flatly.

Sierra was disappointed but forced a smile. "But with you working there, surely it doesn’t matter which school I went to?"

Norah, in a cold tone, replied, "A good company follows rules. If they take shortcuts, it won’t survive for long, and neither will you."

Feeling insulted, Sierra shot back, "You’re just saying that because you don’t want to help me."

"You’re right. If you keep relying on others for everything, you’ll end up worse off than a beggar if no one helps," Norah snapped.

Sierra, angry and tearful, turned to her mother. "Mom, look at how she’s treating me!"

Linda was furious, defending her daughter. "Norah, how can you talk to your sister like that? You should show her some respect. It’s just a favor, but you’re acting high and mighty. Families are supposed to help each other."

Norah’s expression didn’t change. "I’m not being arrogant. We’re supposed to love each other, but instead, you’re all making my dad so upset that he’s lying in a hospital bed."

Linda was stunned but kept complaining, "You don’t even respect me as your aunt. How can I live like this?"

Jack had had enough. "That’s enough. Let James handle his own problems."

"But if you don’t help, James will be ruined!" Linda cried.

Jack, now unmoved, remained firm.

"You’re heartless! How can you let your own brother suffer? You must’ve taken all the family money. I’ll never forgive you if something happens to James!" Linda screamed.

"Mom, stop! Uncle’s not going to help, and you’re making yourself sick," Sierra begged as her mother cried.

They were causing a scene at the hospital, blaming everyone but themselves.

Jack saw them for who they really were—bottomless pits with no gratitude.

Gwen, tired of their accusations, snapped, "I can’t believe this is how you’ve thought of us all these years. Fine, have it your way."

"Everyone, look at how rude my sister-in-law is!" Linda wailed, sitting on the floor.

"Enough! This is a hospital, not a market. If you want to cry, go home and do it," Norah said, fed up.

She had seen them act this way her whole life. If they didn’t get what they wanted, they threw tantrums.

Linda, showing no shame, cried louder. "Oh, look at my niece! If you don’t respect me, I might as well die! It’s better than being treated like this by the White family."

She dramatically moved towards the wall as if to hurt herself.

Sierra, in tears, tried to stop her. "Mom, don’t do this! Dad needs you. Don’t leave me!"

Jack, still coughing, watched helplessly.

The door was open, and people started whispering, watching the scene unfold.

Just as things were getting out of hand, a tall figure appeared at the door. In a deep voice, he asked, "What’s going on here?"