Ch. 258: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 258

Chapter 258

Bianca was in disbelief. She never imagined that Jace would be the one to betray her.

The world felt like it had just flipped upside down.

Maxine, noticing Bianca's mounting anxiety, spoke up, her voice urgent. “Ms. Lynch, we’re in this together now. We need to turn things around, or we’ll lose everything.”

Maxine had already started covering the news, and there was no backing out now. The only option was to regain control and shift the narrative. If they could reverse the situation, they might still earn back the public’s trust.

Bianca, still in shock, shook her head. “You all need to leave. I need to think.”

Maxine, undeterred, pressed on. “We have to act quickly! What good is being calm now? The damage is done… we can fight back—deny the rumors, sue them, use the law to drag things out.”

Before Maxine could continue, Bianca’s voice grew cold. “Cleo, escort her out. I need to be alone.”

Cleo immediately intervened, ushering Maxine out of the room.

Maxine was more concerned about her own reputation than Bianca’s, and she knew she had to act fast. If Bianca fought back and the truth came out later, Maxine could claim ignorance and salvage her credibility. She’d apologize, explain the mistake, and hope to regain the public’s trust.

But now, Bianca was isolating herself, and Maxine was left scrambling to cover her own tracks.

Frustrated, Maxine slammed her hands on the steering wheel as she drove away. Returning to the TV station in this state was unthinkable—she’d be ridiculed, and her career could be over.

She needed a solution, fast.

Meanwhile, Bianca was already at her phone, crafting a message to Jace. She needed answers.

At that moment, Jace stood alone in People’s Square, feeding bread to a flock of pigeons. His fingers gently raised the bread to feed them, and hundreds of pigeons swarmed around him, eager to snatch it away.

Then his phone buzzed. It was a message from Bianca.

He’d been expecting it. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he typed his reply: People’s Square.

Bianca, now fully dressed in sunglasses and a hat, grabbed her bag and headed out to meet him.

The square was eerily quiet—just the sound of pigeons fluttering in the air. Bianca scanned the area, relieved to see it was mostly empty. She could meet Jace without drawing attention.

When she spotted him, he was still feeding the pigeons, looking unfazed.

Bianca’s heart raced as she approached. “Did you betray me?” she demanded.

Jace didn’t even look at her right away, his gaze fixed on the pigeons. “Where should I start?” he asked, his tone casual.

“That medical record!” Bianca’s voice shook with emotion. “It’s been exposed! You gave it to Norah!”

Bianca was still in disbelief, though she suspected Jace was involved. He was the only one who could have given the record to Norah—unless someone else had pulled the strings.

Jace, without missing a beat, continued feeding the birds. “These pigeons are wild. They’ll take whatever they can get without putting in any effort. They’d rather eat from my hand than fly free.”

“Are you listening to me?” Bianca pressed, her patience wearing thin.

Jace finally turned to face her. “I gave it to her.” His voice was matter-of-fact.

Bianca was stunned. “Why would you do that? Don’t you realize what this could do to me? I trusted you to help me, to get rid of Norah, but instead, you pushed me straight into the fire! Why?”

Jace flicked the breadcrumbs off his hands, unfazed. “This wasn’t a deal between us. I never agreed to help you for free. You didn’t pay me. But Norah? She bought the story. So of course, I gave it to her. Simple as that.”

Bianca’s anger flared. “I’m not joking with you! We’re in this together!”

Jace’s lips curled into a small smile, but there was no warmth in it. “I know what I’m doing. As compensation, I’ll help you get your hearing back.”

Bianca’s voice faltered. “I don’t understand you anymore. I thought we were on the same side. If you were helping me, you’d always be loyal. But instead, you sold me out. Are you that kind of person? Unless you have some kind of relationship with Norah… I don’t get it!”

Jace’s eyes darkened slightly. “There are things you don’t know. Trust me, curiosity can be dangerous.”

He paused, then added, “If you can’t solve this problem on your own, then you’re not the Bianca I thought you were. In the end, I’ll do whatever I want. My happiness is what matters.”

Bianca felt a chill run down her spine. Jace was behaving like someone she didn’t recognize.

“You’re going to ruin everything!” she shouted.

Jace smiled coldly. “Do you think you’ll live longer than me?”

Bianca felt a wave of coldness settle over her. “I want to live freely.”

Jace stood taller than her, his posture exuding a sense of control. “Life isn’t about how long you live, it’s about how you live it. Everyone has their own goals. I’m not stopping you from living your life, but don’t try to stop me. I’ve helped you, in my way.”

Bianca’s anger faded as she realized nothing she said could change his mind. She turned her focus elsewhere, noticing his bare hands. “You’re not wearing your beads today. You always keep them on.”

Jace glanced down at his hands and shrugged. “I didn’t want them getting dirty while I fed the pigeons.”

Bianca felt a pang of confusion. She had spent so much time with Jace, but now she realized how little she truly understood about him.

Her brow furrowed, and she spoke seriously. “She’s not the Julie in your heart. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Jace chuckled softly, his smile unreadable.

“Your voice is so beautiful, I think I’ll call you Julie from now on.”

“Why is it so dark in here?”

“It’s just a little dark room, of course it’s dark.”

“Are you scared?”

“I’m scared.”

“What about you?”

“I’m scared too.”

“Then come here. We’ll hold this together, the one that’s already opened. The Bodhisattva will bless us with peace.”

“By the way, I haven’t asked your name yet.”

“Name? I… I don’t have one.”

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Suddenly, Norah was jolted awake from her sleep, her body jerking upright.

Emani, startled, quickly turned to her. “Norah, are you okay?”

Norah blinked, her gaze distant and unfocused. She slowly raised her head and answered, her voice slow, “I… What could happen?”

Emani, concerned, wiped the tears that had silently rolled down Norah’s face. “But… why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?”

Norah’s eyes were clouded, her mind unable to grasp the dream she had just experienced. All that remained was a deep sadness.