Ch. 260: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 260

Chapter 260

Maxine's voice faded as she was dragged away, leaving behind an eerie silence.

Quinn turned her attention to Norah and Emani, her expression softening slightly. “You two saved XNGY’s reputation this time,” she said firmly.

Emani, unaccustomed to praise, looked both flustered and pleased. “We just wanted to uncover the truth, Editor-in-Chief. All that matters is keeping the station’s integrity intact.”

Quinn’s stern gaze melted into one of approval. “Remember, your job as journalists is to pursue truth and bring facts to light. You did exactly that. Well done.”

The recognition felt like a rare triumph for Norah and Emani.

Quinn’s focus lingered on Norah. “You’ve clearly put a lot of effort into this.”

Norah gave a measured response. “I’m just doing what a journalist should.”

“You have talent,” Quinn said, nodding. “Your writing and professionalism stand out. Keep this up, and you’ll go far.”

“Thank you, Editor-in-Chief,” Norah replied politely.

With that, Quinn left, and a wave of relief washed over the department. Maxine, the notorious troublemaker, was finally gone, and her absence was a cause for celebration. The oppressive atmosphere she’d created had lifted, and for the first time in a while, Norah and Emani felt appreciated by their colleagues.

Meanwhile, Kevin had learned that Bianca’s scandal had erupted publicly. Though he wasn’t certain who had exposed the story, he immediately suspected Norah. He knew her well enough to connect the dots.

Disregarding his other obligations, Kevin grabbed his coat and stormed out.

Later that evening, Norah and Emani stayed late at the station, wrapping up their work. By the time they clocked out, it was past seven.

Emani, in high spirits, suggested celebrating their small victory with dinner and karaoke, but Norah declined. She was exhausted, and her priority was rest—not just for herself, but for the baby she carried.

“Go have fun,” Norah told her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As Norah left the station, the night felt strangely quiet. She stuffed her hands into her coat pockets and walked toward the curb to hail a taxi.

A sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up before she could flag one down.

Kevin stepped out, his expression dark and serious.

Norah was startled. She hadn’t expected to see him. With everything going on at work and his constant attention to Bianca, he surely had no time for her anymore.

Kevin’s piercing eyes locked on her. “Did you expose Bianca’s deafness?”

Norah straightened her posture, meeting his gaze with calm defiance. “Yes, I did.”

His brows furrowed, his tone sharp. “I told you not to get involved!”

“Upset because she’s suffering?” Norah asked with a wry smile.

Kevin’s frustration flared. “This isn’t about her! I’m worried about you!”

“Me?” Norah’s voice carried skepticism.

“Yes, you!” Kevin snapped, his tone a mix of anger and concern. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this could be? Bianca has powerful connections. I’m afraid someone might come after you in retaliation!”

Norah was momentarily taken aback. She stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But his worry was genuine, unmistakably etched into his face.

Still, Norah couldn’t let herself believe too much. “I can handle myself, Kevin. I don’t need your concern. Shouldn’t you be more worried about Bianca? With her reputation tanking and fans abandoning her, she might even get blacklisted. Doesn’t that affect your entertainment company?”

Kevin’s intense gaze never wavered. “It’s just a company, Norah. Do you really think I care about that?”

The weight of his words hung in the air, catching Norah off guard. Was he implying she mattered more than his business—more than Bianca?

She quickly dismissed the thought. “You don’t have to explain yourself,” she muttered, spotting a taxi pulling up to the curb. “I’m going home. Please step aside.”

Norah moved past him, eager to escape the tension.

But Kevin grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet careful.

Her sudden movement caused her to twist awkwardly, and she winced as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen.

“Hiss…” Norah instinctively placed a hand on her stomach, her face tightening in discomfort.

Kevin’s eyes immediately darted to her lower abdomen. His grip loosened, replaced by a look of deep concern. “Are you hurt? Is your stomach okay?”

Norah hesitated, her hand protectively resting on her belly. “It’s nothing. Just let me go.”

But Kevin’s expression darkened with worry, his voice softening. “Don’t lie to me. If something’s wrong, tell me.”