Ch. 255: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 255

Chapter 255

“Isn’t Kevin your child?” Siena’s voice cracked with pain.

Martin’s cold gaze didn’t waver. “I never wanted a marriage—why would I want children?”

Siena’s face went pale. “I knew you’d say that. Martin, why did I marry you? I regret it. If I could do it all over again, I’d rather have never married you!”

Martin’s tone was cutting. “Didn’t you do everything you could to trap me into this marriage? Do you think I wanted this?”

Siena’s heart felt like it was breaking apart. Her eyes reddened with tears. “Yes, I did. And you’ve been punishing me ever since!”

Since their wedding, Martin had rarely come home. When he did, it was brief and impersonal. Siena felt more like a widow than a wife.

“I’ve had my revenge,” Martin sneered. “You’ve never mattered to me.”

Her chest tightened, but she refused to cry in front of him. She had clung to the hope that he might change, that maybe one day he’d see her differently. But deep down, she knew that was a fantasy.

Martin walked past her without a glance, as though her heartbreak meant nothing. He had always treated this house as if it didn’t belong to him, and her as if she didn’t exist. Even when his father, Old Mr. Edwards, passed away, Martin hadn’t returned for the funeral.

Siena’s voice trembled. “You’re heartless, Martin!”

Bianca, descending the stairs, overheard their argument. She froze, calling softly, “Uncle.”

Martin stopped and looked up at her, his face hard and unyielding. “This is the Edwards family. If you have anything to say, take it up with your parents—not her.” He gestured dismissively toward Siena.

Bianca clenched her fists, her voice steady but resolute. “Don’t you regret anything, even for a moment?”

“I never regret anything,” Martin replied coldly.

The words stung, not just Siena but Bianca too. She forced a bitter smile but said nothing further. Martin turned and walked away without a second thought.

Bianca glanced at her aunt, whose tear-streaked face told a story of years of suffering. At that moment, Bianca understood that this family had no love to offer.

It was a cold, barren household. She had to stand on her own because no one else would stand with her.

Swallowing her emotions, Bianca whispered to herself, I can’t be weak. I have to be strong. I can’t afford to lose.

She walked down the stairs, her steps determined, and approached Siena. “Aunt, I’m heading back now.”

Siena wiped her tears quickly and managed a soft smile. “At least wait for the ginger tea. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t warm up first.”

Siena hurried to the kitchen, still concerned for Bianca despite her own heartbreak.

Bianca watched her aunt bustling around. A wave of indifference swept over her. She understood why Siena was suddenly so attentive, but it was too little, too late.

They hadn’t been there for her when she needed them most.

Without another word, Bianca walked out of the house. When Siena returned with the ginger tea, she found only an empty room.

At that moment, Siena felt utterly alone.

Norah returned to the hospital, carrying bags of supplies.

Bonnie was awake but looked exhausted, lying motionless in the hospital bed.

“Aunt,” Norah greeted softly.

Bonnie turned her head, a faint smile brightening her face. “Norah.”

“How are you feeling? Any discomfort? Let me know,” Norah said gently, sitting by her side.

Bonnie glanced at Kevin, who stood behind Norah, his expression unreadable. She hesitated before speaking. “The pain is still there, but it’s manageable. Don’t worry—I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

Norah nodded. “Good. Let me know if you need anything.”

Bonnie’s gaze shifted to Kevin, her tone apologetic. “Kevin, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I spoke out of turn. I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

Kevin’s expression softened slightly. “It’s forgotten. Don’t worry about it.”

Bonnie sighed, her face shadowed with regret. “You’ve endured so much since you were a child. No one cared for you properly except me and your grandfather. I know I couldn’t protect you from everything, and I feel guilty about it. If it weren’t for our family, you would’ve had a much better life.”

Kevin’s voice was firm. “I’m fine now, Aunt. Don’t dwell on the past—just focus on your recovery.”

Bonnie took both Kevin’s and Norah’s hands in hers. “My only wish is for you two to take care of each other. Kevin, promise me you’ll protect Norah and the baby.”

Kevin gave her a reassuring nod. “You have my word.”

Norah smiled faintly. “Don’t stress, Aunt. I’ll take care of myself.”

Bonnie sighed again. “I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling uneasy lately.”

Kevin urged her gently, “Get some rest, Aunt. You need it.”

Bonnie nodded, closing her eyes.

After ensuring Bonnie was comfortable, Norah left the ward. Kevin followed her into the hallway.

“Norah,” he called.

She stopped and turned to face him. “Yes?”

Kevin’s eyes were serious. “Stay out of Bianca’s affairs.”

Norah frowned. “Are you worried about Bianca, or are you worried about how it might affect your company?”

“There’s more to this than you realize,” Kevin said firmly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Norah hesitated before replying, “I know what I’m doing, Kevin. I’m not a child. I’ll take responsibility for my actions—just as Bianca should for hers.”

Kevin’s brows furrowed. “Norah…”

Before he could say more, Steven arrived, interrupting them.

“Norah,” Steven greeted, ready to take her home.

Norah glanced at Kevin before turning to Steven. “I’ll head out now. Take care of Aunt Bonnie.”

Kevin’s expression darkened as he watched Steven approach. “Are you and Steven getting close?”

Norah raised an eyebrow. “He’s giving me a ride. I don’t have a car.”

“What about the car I gave you?” Kevin asked sharply.

Norah’s tone was even. “I left it behind when I left the Edwards family. It wasn’t mine to keep.”