Ch. 252: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 252

Chapter 252

“It’s not,” Norah said firmly.

Kevin’s expression darkened. “She’s about to become my ex-wife,” he retorted coldly.

The doctor paused, clearly taken aback by their tense exchange. After a moment, he continued professionally, “The patient has a minor concussion and a fractured hand. She’ll be fine with some rest and recovery. No need to worry too much.”

Relieved, Norah quickly responded, “Thank you, doctor.”

“You’re welcome.”

Norah and Kevin followed Bonnie as she was transferred to a ward.

Once settled, Norah noticed Bonnie’s lips were dry. She immediately fetched some warm water and gently moistened Bonnie’s lips with a cotton swab. Kevin remained nearby, silently standing guard.

The ward was kept quiet, with only a few people present to avoid disturbing Bonnie’s rest. Norah, unable to leave Bonnie’s side, sat nearby and watched over her with unwavering focus.

Eventually, exhaustion overcame her, and she dozed off with her head resting on the bedside.

When Norah woke up, she was startled. Her dream had been unsettling—a dark, suffocating space enveloped her. It wasn’t the first time she’d had such dreams. They always left her uneasy. As she stirred, she noticed a jacket draped over her shoulders.

She picked up the garment and instantly recognized Kevin’s familiar scent. His gesture was unexpected. Yet, Norah reminded herself not to let her guard down. Kevin’s brief kindness didn’t erase his past actions—or make her special.

Bonnie was still asleep. Norah decided to step out to buy some essentials Bonnie might need during her hospital stay.

As she exited the ward, she noticed Steven sitting nearby.

“Steven,” she called.

He turned toward her. “You’re awake.”

“It’s late. Why didn’t you go home?” she asked, slightly concerned.

Steven rose from his seat. “I wanted to make sure you were okay before leaving.”

“I’m sorry for making you wait. I must’ve fallen asleep,” Norah said apologetically.

“It’s fine,” Steven replied warmly. “It wasn’t a problem.”

Norah smiled. “Let me walk you out. I’ll call you when my aunt wakes up so you don’t worry.”

“Hm,” Steven nodded and walked with her.

The two made their way downstairs. As Steven prepared to leave, he turned to Norah and said, “Call me if you need anything. I’ll visit Aunt Bonnie tomorrow. Make sure you get some rest—you’ve been running yourself ragged.”

Norah nodded. “Thank you, Steven. You should get some rest, too. It’s been a long day for you.”

Steven waved goodbye and drove off, leaving Norah to head toward a nearby mall. She bought toiletries and a few sets of soft, comfortable pajamas, knowing Bonnie would appreciate the care and comfort.

Leaving the mall, laden with shopping bags, Norah suddenly collided with someone. The impact sent everything in her hands tumbling to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized immediately, crouching down to pick up her things.

The stranger knelt down as well, his deep voice cutting through the moment. “No, it’s my fault. Let me help you.”

Their hands touched briefly as they reached for the same item. His hand was ice-cold—unnaturally so. Startled, Norah quickly withdrew her hand.

Looking up, she saw a man in a black coat and sweater. His fair complexion was almost unnerving, his features sharp and refined. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and a faint smile played on his lips. A tear mole at the corner of his left eye added an enigmatic air.

Yet, there was something chilling about him. His presence sent an involuntary shiver down Norah’s spine.

“Julie...” the man murmured softly, his eyes fixed on her.

Norah stiffened. “Who are you calling?”

The man tilted his head slightly, the faint smile still lingering. “My mistake. I thought you were someone else.”

“Can I have my things back?” Norah asked, her voice steady despite her unease.

The man handed her the shopping bag, his cold fingers brushing hers once more.

Norah grabbed her belongings and stepped aside quickly. “Excuse me.”

The man moved aside, letting her pass. As Norah walked away, she resisted the urge to glance back. Something about him felt deeply unsettling.

Behind her, the man’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure. He whispered again, “Julie...”

The name carried a strange, ominous weight.

The man eventually turned and walked away, coiling a string of green beads around his fingers. After navigating through a series of quiet streets, he arrived at an inconspicuous office building.

The building was almost deserted, its upper floors rarely used. He climbed to the fourth floor, where only a single room awaited.

Pushing the door open, the man stepped inside.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for you,” Bianca’s impatient voice called out.

The man closed the door behind him, removed his black coat, and slipped on a white lab coat, transforming into a doctor. Adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, he smirked. “What’s the rush? Couldn’t handle a few days without me?”

Bianca’s glare was icy. “I’m tired of this. Fix my hearing already. I need to get back to work. This is ruining my life!”

The man leaned back in his chair, his fingers still playing with the beads. His narrowed eyes scrutinized her. “Didn’t you deliberately lose your hearing to get Kevin’s attention? You can’t have it both ways.”

“I’ve done enough,” Bianca snapped. “This act is over. Restore my hearing now!”

The man chuckled darkly. “Oh, Bianca. You’re so good at lying, even you start to believe yourself. But the play isn’t over just yet.”

He leaned closer, his voice a soft threat. “Unless, of course, you’d like to spin another story for Julie...”