Ch. 265: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 265

Chapter 265

Norah stared at Kevin, his expression calm and detached, as if the weight of their shared history didn’t exist.

Shaking her head softly, she murmured, “No,” dismissing the unspoken question lingering between them.

Kevin didn’t press further.

Lying down, Norah turned to her side, deliberately avoiding his gaze. Yet, her thoughts remained tangled. How could Kevin not remember that he was Anthony, her savior? Had he truly forgotten that part of his past—or worse, chosen to forget?

Even if his memory was failing, surely he’d recall his own name from back then. So, where did the truth slip away?

Her thoughts spiraled deeper into confusion, tightening like a noose until a dull ache settled in her temples. Frustrated, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the noise in her head.

Kevin tucked her in with a quiet gentleness. For a while, he stood there, watching her as if waiting for something to change. Only when her breathing steadied did he tiptoe out of the room, leaving her in restless solitude.

The moment Kevin stepped into the hall, his phone buzzed incessantly, lighting up with a dozen missed calls.

He dialed back, his jaw set tight.

“Mr. Edwards,” a voice on the other end began anxiously, “the company’s stock is down several points because of Bianca’s scandal. Your phone’s been unreachable, and we don’t know how to proceed.”

Kevin’s grip on the phone tightened. “Any updates on Bianca?”

“None. She hasn’t contacted the company since the negative press surfaced.”

Kevin exhaled sharply, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. After a moment’s deliberation, his tone turned resolute. “If she can’t handle the fallout and clear her name, terminate her contract. Effective immediately.”

There was a stunned silence on the line. “Are you certain, sir?”

“She’s not just damaging the company’s reputation—she’s jeopardizing my family. This ends now,” Kevin replied coldly, his voice cutting through any hesitation.

“Understood, Mr. Edwards,” the voice replied, resigned.

Kevin ended the call and rubbed his temples, his thoughts clouded. He’d shielded Bianca for long enough. Now, she had to face the consequences of her actions.

Across town, Bianca lay in a hospital bed, still recovering from surgery. The news hit her like a thunderclap: the company was cutting ties with her.

Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the venomous comments online.

“Liar.”“White Lotus.”“She deserves this.”

The words felt like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last. Bianca’s face paled, and her breathing grew ragged.

Her frustration boiled over, and she yelled, “You’re all cowards!” before flinging her phone across the room.

Jace, who had been leaning casually against the doorway, removed his mask and gloves with an air of indifference. “It seems like the world’s finally catching up with you,” he said, his tone light but his eyes sharp.

Bianca glared at him, her voice trembling with rage. “Where am I supposed to go now? The company’s abandoned me, and I’m a public enemy!”

Jace smirked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Wasn’t Kevin your safety net? He started that entertainment company for you. Surely, he won’t let you fall.”

Bianca’s laugh was bitter. “For me? Maybe at first. But people change. Kevin doesn’t care anymore. No one does.”

Her gaze shifted to the bleak, overcast sky outside the window. “I’ve been left with nothing.”

Jace watched her carefully, his expression unreadable. “Then take it back,” he said simply.

Bianca’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Reclaim what’s yours. If you let them bury you now, you’ll never rise again.”

The spark of defiance in Bianca’s eyes reignited. “You’re right. I won’t let them destroy me.” She swung her legs off the bed, determined to face the storm.

“I’ll drive,” Jace offered, shrugging on his trench coat.

The streets were unkind.

The moment Bianca stepped outside, whispers turned to jeers.

“There she is—the liar!”“How does she even show her face?”“She deserves to rot!”

The insults hit like a barrage of arrows, each word sinking into her skin. Despite her sunglasses and mask, someone hurled a clump of mud, splattering her coat. Bianca froze, paralyzed by fear.

But Jace moved swiftly, stepping in front of her and shielding her with his coat. The mud landed harmlessly on him instead.

“Get in the car,” he barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Bianca hesitated, then followed him, her hands trembling.

Inside the safety of the car, Jace discarded his soiled coat without a second thought. Bianca, still shaken, clung to the last threads of her composure.

“They hate me,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Jace glanced at her. “There’s always a way out.”

Bianca turned to him, desperate. “What do you mean?”

His lips curled into a sly smile. “You’re sick, aren’t you?”

Understanding dawned on her face.

The next morning, Norah woke early and turned on the TV, only to see Bianca’s tearful press conference splashed across every news channel.

Bianca stood at the podium, her hair unkempt, her face pale and makeup-free. Bandages wrapped around her ears added to her vulnerable appearance.

“I know I’ve let everyone down,” she began, her voice trembling. “I betrayed your trust, and I’m truly sorry.”

She bowed deeply, tears streaming down her face.

Bianca explained that her deafness was a result of surgery to address a medical condition—one that caused severe ringing in her ears and sleepless nights. She claimed she had no idea her condition would be exposed during her recovery.

As for the video of her alleged bullying, Bianca denied any wrongdoing. Instead, she shifted the blame to Maxine, accusing her of spreading false rumors to boost her own popularity.

Bianca’s performance was masterful, blending vulnerability with defiance. To some, she appeared sincere and remorseful; to others, her story reeked of manipulation.

Norah watched the broadcast in silence, her thoughts a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Just as the press conference ended, a knock echoed through her apartment.

Expecting Kevin, she opened the door.

Her heart froze. The figure standing there wasn’t Kevin.

Her breath hitched as recognition dawned, and she stiffened, her body caught between shock and dread.