Ch. 251: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 251

Chapter 251

Martin didn’t bother arguing with Siena; instead, he coldly ignored her tears. To him, her crying meant absolutely nothing.

Siena, desperate and overwhelmed, could only watch as her husband’s indifference chipped away at her defenses. Her voice grew louder, trembling with emotion. “Say something, Martin! Why won’t you speak? Am I not your wife? Is Bonnie more important to you than I am? You married me, Martin! You can’t treat me like this!”

Her red, tear-streaked eyes begged for even the smallest gesture of concern—a glance, a word, anything to soothe her growing unease and despair.

But Martin remained silent, treating her like a stranger, calm and unbothered.

Kevin, observing their tense dynamic, didn’t flinch. He wasn’t surprised by their behavior and chose not to intervene. For him, they were only “parents” in name. Having grown up in such an emotionally barren environment, he had long since grown numb to the chaos, viewing it all with detached indifference.

Finally, Martin, unable to endure Siena any longer, stood up abruptly. Turning to Kevin, he said flatly, “I’ll be downstairs. Let me know when Bonnie wakes up.”

Kevin didn’t bother looking at him, his icy expression unchanged. He didn’t respond, and Martin didn’t wait for an answer.

Martin expected nothing from his son; the father-son relationship had never been warm. Pretending otherwise seemed pointless. Kevin didn’t like Martin, and Martin didn’t care. His only concern was Bonnie, his sister, and no one else.

Without another word, Martin walked away.

Siena, distraught, chased after him. “Martin, don’t go! You owe me an explanation!”

Bianca, watching Siena unravel, couldn’t help but feel concerned. The emotional intensity Siena displayed in this argument with Martin far surpassed any conflict she’d ever had with Bonnie.

And in this room, Siena had only one ally—Bianca. Naturally, she followed.

When Siena grabbed Martin’s sleeve in desperation, he yanked his arm away as though her touch was repulsive. His cold, unfeeling glare pierced her as he spoke, “I’ve done my duty by you. Stop doing things that disgust me.”

He pulled a wet wipe from his pocket, meticulously cleaning the spot where she had touched him before tossing the wipe into a nearby trash can.

“Auntie,” Bianca called softly, worried.

She rushed to Siena’s side, steadying her as she stumbled, shaken by Martin’s indifference.

Norah, standing nearby, witnessed the entire scene unfold—Siena’s desperate pleas and Martin’s heartless rejection. It was hard to watch.

She couldn’t help but feel the disgust herself.

This was what a loveless marriage looked like at its worst.

Siena had lost—completely and utterly.

Though Norah had only met Martin a handful of times, it was clear their marriage had long been irreparably broken. She just hadn’t realized how devastatingly bad things had become.

Now, there was no denying it.

Martin never even looked at Siena. Her tears, her anger, her desperation—none of it mattered to him. She was the last person he wanted to see.

From a woman’s perspective, Norah thought, having a husband this indifferent would be utterly soul-crushing.

A chilling thought crossed her mind: would she eventually become like Siena?

The circumstances in the Edwards family could easily push her into a similar position.

And with that, Martin walked away, leaving behind a room heavy with silence.

Siena collapsed into sobs, and Bianca stayed by her side, trying to comfort her.

Norah glanced over at Kevin.

He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his face void of emotion. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t react to Siena’s breakdown. It was as though he had expected it all along and didn’t care.

Did Kevin already know the truth—that he wasn’t Siena’s biological son?

Norah recalled a few moments when Bonnie had hinted at it before, but she hadn’t pieced it together. Now it seemed obvious. Kevin must have known all along. He had simply accepted it.

“Norah,” Steven’s voice interrupted her thoughts as he approached her gently. “You’ve been standing too long. You should rest for a bit.”

Norah’s lower back ached, but she shook her head. “I’ll wait here until Aunt Bonnie wakes up.”

“Then I’ll stay with you,” Steven said firmly.

She nodded, grateful for his support.

Kevin, leaning against the doorframe, noticed Steven’s unwavering attention. It annoyed him, the way Steven’s concern for Norah was so obvious, almost suffocatingly so.

A surge of irritation surged through Kevin, and he kicked a chair near Steven, making a loud noise.

“Sorry,” Kevin said coldly. “Didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine,” Steven replied easily, unaffected.

Kevin’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “This is a waiting area for family. Don’t you have a business to run, Mr. Lord?”

Steven smiled back, his tone calm and confident. “Norah’s pregnant. She wanted to stay and wait for her aunt, and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her here alone. She needs someone to support her, after all.”

“Aunt?” Kevin’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Since when did Aunt Bonnie become your aunt?”

Steven’s eyes glinted with amusement, but his tone remained polite. “Norah respects Bonnie, and as someone close to Norah, I respect her too. That’s how it works.”

Kevin clenched his fists, his anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Taking advantage of the situation, are we, Mr. Lord? Just because Norah calls her ‘aunt’ doesn’t mean you get to.”

Steven stayed calm, his words unbothered but pointed. “I’m with Norah, so I follow her lead.”

Kevin’s temper flared as Steven’s words implied an intimacy that didn’t sit well with him.

Before Kevin could lash out, Norah interjected. “This is a hospital, Kevin. Steven is here to help, and he’s been nothing but kind. You should focus on what matters instead of picking fights.”

Kevin sneered. “Oh, defending him now? What’s next, Norah? Are you going to marry him?”

Norah held his gaze, her voice steady. “Maybe I will.”

Kevin’s eyes burned with frustration, his anger palpable. He stared at her, as though trying to understand how she could say such a thing.

Their tension was interrupted by the sound of the operating room doors opening.

Bonnie was wheeled out on a hospital bed.

All eyes turned to her, and the hostility in the room was momentarily forgotten.

Norah rushed to Bonnie’s side, her hands trembling as she clutched the bed rail. Bonnie’s usually lively face looked pale and fragile, her head and body covered in bandages.

Tears welled in Norah’s eyes as she whispered, “Bonnie…”

A nurse spoke up. “Who’s the patient’s family?”

“Me!” Norah and Kevin both blurted out in unison.

They exchanged a brief, awkward glance before looking away, their unresolved tension still simmering beneath the surface.

The nurse smiled knowingly. “Ah, so you’re husband and wife.”