Ch. 253: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 253

Chapter 253

Bianca’s face tensed as she forced herself to respond, her voice firm but tinged with unease. “No. I can’t do something like that anymore. I’m Bianca now—a big star. I’ve left all that behind!”

Jace chuckled softly, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Bianca, huh? You think that name makes you clean? People like us, born in the dark, don’t get to step into the light.”

He tapped his long, slender fingers rhythmically on the desk, his gaze piercing.

Bianca paled at his words, clenching her fists. “It’s over. We can leave it all behind. We deserve to be clean, to start fresh.”

Her words hung in the still air, trembling with desperate hope.

Jace leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “Is that what you believe?”

Bianca’s voice softened, almost pleading. “I want a normal life. I’ve worked so hard for my career. I want to build a family someday. You can have that too, Jace. You can still walk away.”

For a moment, her sincerity seemed to reach him. Jace’s expression flickered, his steely resolve almost cracking.

But then, he smirked faintly. “The past isn’t done with us yet.”

Bianca froze.

“They’ll come for us. Again and again.”

Her voice broke as she whispered, “Is there no way out?”

“There’s one way.” His voice was calm, almost detached. “Die.”

Bianca stared at him, horrified.

Jace shrugged, his slender fingers playing with the string of emerald beads in his hand. “It’s the only escape. Death is the only end for people like us. No matter how far we run, it catches up. The darkness never lets go.”

A sudden knock at the door shattered the silence, and Bianca jumped, her fear spilling over.

Jace glanced at the door, unfazed. “You’ve been followed.”

Her face went pale. “What? Followed? By who?”

Jace moved to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly. “There might be more than one. You’ve been exposed.”

Bianca’s panic bubbled over. “It’s Norah! It has to be her! What do I do?!”

Jace calmly pointed toward a corner of the room. “There’s a back door.”

Without hesitation, Bianca rushed toward the door but stopped abruptly. She spun back to Jace, her desperation twisting into a sinister determination. “Norah’s been after me for too long. She’s not just a problem for me; she’s dangerous for you too. She’s a threat to everything. Why don’t you deal with her? End this, right here and now!”

Jace’s lips curved into a knowing smile, his eyes distant as he gazed out the window. “I’ll handle it.”

Satisfied, Bianca slipped out the back door, leaving the room cloaked in silence.

Jace opened the door minutes later to find Norah standing there, her expression resolute.

She’d been waiting for this moment. Her investigation into Bianca had brought her here, and she wasn’t leaving empty-handed.

But as the door swung open, her confidence faltered.

“You?” she blurted, recognizing the tall figure before her.

Jace’s lips curled into a faint smile. “What a coincidence.”

Norah’s eyes darted past him, scanning the space. She was looking for Bianca, convinced her trackers hadn’t made a mistake.

“You’re a doctor?” she asked cautiously.

Jace nodded. “I am.”

Norah pressed further. “A friend of mine—Bianca—was here earlier, wasn’t she?”

Jace didn’t flinch. “You’re right. Bianca was here. Come in, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

He stepped aside, leaving the door wide open.

Norah hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to be cautious. But his openness disarmed her just enough to push her forward. She stepped inside.

The space was vast yet unsettling, with no walls separating the bedroom, kitchen, and office. Her eyes flicked over the sparse furniture, the neatly arranged medical tools, and the sterile atmosphere.

“Sit,” Jace said, his voice calm but commanding.

Norah sat reluctantly, clutching the cup of coffee he placed in front of her. The warmth seeped into her hands, momentarily easing the chill in her chest.

“What is it you want to ask?” Jace’s voice was measured, his demeanor unsettlingly composed.

Norah hesitated, her mind racing. “Have we met before?”

At this, Jace’s brown eyes locked onto hers, sharp and unyielding. The emerald beads in his hand clicked softly as he toyed with them.

“I don’t think so,” he said finally, his voice cool. “We just crossed paths earlier today.”

Norah forced a nervous smile, trying to brush off her unease. “Sorry, my mistake.”

She shifted the conversation. “You said Bianca was here. Why would she come to you?”

Jace took a sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving hers. “Bianca is my patient. She came to me for help. Specifically, to restore her hearing.”

Norah’s breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to be so forthcoming. “You... you’re the one who made her deaf?”

Jace leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Yes. She asked for it. And now, she’s asking me to reverse it.”

Norah was stunned. “Why are you telling me this? Aren’t doctors supposed to keep their patients’ secrets?”

Jace’s lips twitched into a faint smile, but his eyes remained cold. “Let’s just say Bianca and I have a... unique understanding. And so do you and I now.”

Norah’s grip tightened on the coffee cup. She wasn’t sure if she’d walked into a trap or stumbled upon the truth. Either way, she wasn’t leaving without answers.