Ch. 283: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 283

Chapter 283

Cleo’s tone was calm as she addressed Siena. “Ms. Lynch is doing well. She’s been busy with work lately and hasn’t had time to visit.”

Siena forced a smile, though her heart felt heavy. “That’s good, I suppose. It’s better to have more work. She’s a big star now, and her future is bound to be bright. Having a packed schedule just proves she’s on the right track. I’m truly happy for her.”

“Aunt Edwards, I need to get back to work,” Cleo said politely.

“Of course,” Siena replied quickly, looking down at the thermos flask in her hands. She extended it to Cleo. “This is chicken soup I made myself. Bianca must be so busy that she barely has time to eat. Please give this to her. She can have it when she has a moment.”

Cleo took the flask and nodded. “I’ll make sure she gets it.”

Siena watched as Cleo walked back inside. She stood at the door, waiting, her eyes scanning for a glimpse of Bianca. But there was no sign of her. After a long time of waiting in vain, Siena finally got into her car and left.

Inside the building, Cleo entered the break room where Bianca sat, looking blankly at the wall.

“Ms. Lynch, Aunt Edwards has left. She brought this for you,” Cleo said, placing the thermos flask on the table.

Bianca glanced at it, her expression cold and detached. “Got it.”

“Would you like to drink it now?” Cleo asked hesitantly.

“No,” Bianca replied flatly. There wasn’t even the slightest flicker of emotion in her eyes. Siena’s effort didn’t move her at all.

Without a second thought, Bianca picked up the thermos flask and threw it straight into the trash can.

Cleo blinked in surprise. While she knew Bianca wasn’t fond of Siena, she hadn’t expected such a reaction.

“I just don’t want it,” Bianca said, her tone devoid of any explanation.

Cleo nodded and said no more. Perhaps Bianca really didn’t like chicken soup.

Siena didn’t go home after leaving Bianca’s place. Instead, she drove to the prison to visit someone.

After a brief wait, she was led to the visitation area. Through the glass, she saw a man. He was around her age, his face plain and worn with time. Wrinkles gathered at the corners of his eyes, and his hands and feet were shackled. His movements were slow and heavy, but his eyes were sharp and unsettling, capable of making anyone uncomfortable under his gaze.

When he noticed Siena, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Picking up the phone on her side, Siena hesitated before speaking. “It’s been a long time. I didn’t expect to see you again, let alone find you in prison.”

The man chuckled, his voice low and unbothered. “I didn’t think I’d end up here either. But it doesn’t matter—I’ll be out soon.”

Siena’s face darkened. Her tone grew sharp. “You’re shameless enough to say that? I trusted you to take care of Bianca, but you landed yourself in prison. She hasn’t had an easy life because of you!”

The man’s smile turned cold. “You think I didn’t take care of her? If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t even be alive today.”

Siena’s voice shook with anger. “I gave her to you. I even gave you money. You promised me you’d raise her, that you’d be her father and protect her! She’s a star now, but if people find out she has a father who’s fresh out of prison, how do you think that will affect her career? Do you ever think about her future?”

Her hands trembled as she gripped the phone.

The man’s calm demeanor didn’t waver. “You’re lecturing me? Why didn’t you raise her yourself? To please your rich husband, you abandoned your own daughter. And now you come here to blame me? She’s not even my biological child. If she were, maybe I’d care more.”

“You bastard!” Siena hissed, her eyes red with rage. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to marry into the Edwards family. Calvin, you owe me for the rest of your life!”

Calvin Donnelly’s smirk returned. “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten what I owe you.”

He paused, his tone turning ominous. “When I get out, it’ll be good for both you and our daughter.”

Siena’s expression hardened. “When you’re released, stay out of my life and Bianca’s. Don’t ruin her career. That’s the best thing you can do for her!”

She stood abruptly, hanging up the phone without another word. Her face was a storm of anger and regret as she walked out of the room.

Behind the glass, Calvin watched her leave, the sneer on his lips growing darker.

The next morning, Gloria helped Norah prepare for her hospital check-up.

“Do you have everything?” Gloria asked.

“Yes,” Norah replied, checking her bag. She had swapped her usual high heels and formal outfits for loose sweaters, skirts, and flat shoes, embracing a more comfortable style.

Gloria drove them to the hospital, where a long line had already formed in the obstetrics and gynecology department.

It was a busy weekend, and Norah’s number was far back in the queue. She’d have to wait until around eleven o’clock for her turn.

As she sat in the waiting area, she watched a pregnant woman walk out with a beaming smile, her hands resting on her large belly. The sight brought a smile to Norah’s face. She stroked her own belly, imagining her child growing and thriving.

When her turn finally came, a nurse called out, “Ms. White, it’s your turn.”

“You go ahead,” Gloria said. “I’ll wait out here.”

Norah nodded and followed the nurse into a quiet examination room.

The doctor, wearing a cap and mask, gestured to the seat in front of her. “Ms. White, please have a seat.”

Norah sat down and asked, “When will I have the ultrasound?”

“In a moment,” the doctor said, flipping through Norah’s medical records. “I see you’ve had signs of miscarriage before. Is that correct?”

“Yes, just a little,” Norah admitted.

The doctor nodded. “Let’s do a detailed examination. Please lie down.”

Norah complied, lying down on the examination bed.

The doctor pressed her hands gently on Norah’s stomach, her expression unreadable.

Norah noticed the doctor’s hesitation and frowned. “Is something wrong?”

The doctor withdrew her hands and said calmly, “Nothing. Let’s start with a blood draw.”

She prepared the needle, but just as she was about to insert it, Norah grabbed her hand.

“You’re not a doctor at all!” Norah exclaimed, her voice filled with alarm.