Ch. 284: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 284

Chapter 284

The doctor’s posture stiffened. "Ms. White, what are you implying? Are you questioning my professional abilities?"

Norah gripped the doctor’s hand tightly. "Doctors don’t do manicures. You’ve got nails this long and perfume strong enough to knock someone out. How can you possibly be a real doctor?"

The doctor flinched, pulling her hand back quickly, her face betraying a flicker of unease.

Norah seized the moment, bolting toward the door.

"Where do you think you’re going?" The doctor’s voice rang out as she lunged, catching Norah by the hair before she could escape.

The movement was swift and merciless. Norah realized in an instant that this wasn’t just anyone—this was someone trained, someone dangerous. She knew she didn’t stand a chance.

"Help! Someone, help!" she cried out, her voice strained with desperation.

Before she could say more, the doctor wrapped an arm around her neck and jabbed a needle into her.

Norah’s eyes widened as the familiar syringe—the same one used earlier to draw her blood—pierced her skin. Pain shot through her as she clutched her thighs, her vision dimming and her body weakening.

The doctor smirked as Norah’s resistance faded, letting her body slump to the ground.

Standing over her, the doctor’s smug gaze pierced through Norah’s blurry vision. That’s when it clicked—she knew this face. The doctor and the driver were the same person.

The doctor leaned down, her voice cold and mocking. "If only you’d left things alone, you wouldn’t have to suffer like this. You brought this on yourself."

The drug worked quickly. Norah’s body felt heavier by the second, but she fought to stay awake. She dug her nails deep into her flesh, letting the sharp pain jolt her back to consciousness.

"Stop struggling," the doctor sneered. "This drug could knock out a bull. You’re not going to beat it."

She hoisted Norah’s limp body onto a medical cart and covered her with a white sheet. With practiced calm, she pushed the cart toward the door.

The waiting room was still crowded, but no one gave the doctor a second glance. Keeping her head low, she maneuvered the cart into the elevator and descended.

Meanwhile, Gloria was growing restless outside. She checked the time—Norah had been in there far too long.

Her nerves were on edge, memories of Norah’s previous kidnapping fresh in her mind. Unable to wait any longer, she rushed into the consultation room.

"Norah?" Gloria’s voice echoed in the empty room. Her stomach dropped as she scanned the space.

That’s when she noticed the real doctor, unconscious and slumped behind a cabinet.

"Doctor! Wake up!" Gloria shook her urgently. "Where’s Norah? What happened?"

The doctor groaned, her eyes fluttering open. "Help… someone attacked me!"

It all became clear. Someone had impersonated the doctor and taken Norah. Gloria’s heart raced as she pulled out her phone and dialed the police.

In the underground garage…

The fake doctor peeled off her disguise—a mask, a lab coat, and a hat—revealing a cascade of fiery red hair.

It was Karina.

She dragged Norah’s semi-conscious body out of the cart and stuffed her into the trunk of a car.

Norah, still clinging to the last shreds of awareness, grabbed at Karina’s pants with trembling fingers.

Karina swatted her hand away with a sneer and slammed the trunk shut, plunging Norah into suffocating darkness.

Panic set in as Norah struggled to breathe. The small, confined space felt like it was closing in on her. She gasped for air, her chest tightening. Memories she thought she’d buried came rushing back like a nightmare—shadows, screams, the cries of young girls.

A voice echoed in her mind, soft and reassuring. "Don’t be afraid. I’ll get you out of here."

Then another, cold and detached: "Have you ever seen the sun? What does it feel like?"

The faces were blurry, but the voices lingered.

"Julie… I’ll show you the sun," one whispered.

Norah’s eyes flew open, her breath ragged. She was back in the present, still trapped in the trunk. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her head, screaming, "No! No—!"

Her cries startled the driver.

"Did you hear that?" Karina asked, alarmed.

The assistant, a lanky man with an unremarkable face, glanced back. "She’s awake?"

"Impossible," Karina scoffed. "I dosed her heavily. There’s no way."

But the scream was unmistakable.

The car slowed momentarily, but before they could react further, the sound of engines roared from up ahead.

Five military vehicles appeared, blocking their path.

Karina’s expression darkened. "Turn around. Now!"

The assistant floored the gas, spinning the wheel to head in the opposite direction.

"This road’s deserted. It has to be them," Karina muttered.

"All this for one woman?" the assistant grumbled.

Karina clenched her jaw. "This isn’t just any woman. She’s important to Jace."

The assistant cast her a nervous glance. "What do we do if they catch us?"

"We don’t let that happen." Karina pulled a pistol from her belt.

The assistant’s eyes widened. "You’re insane! Those are military vehicles—they’ll tear us apart if we fire!"

"I’m not dying here without a fight." Karina fired a shot at the pursuing cars, but the bullet barely scratched the armored vehicles.

A volley of shots rang out in response, shattering their car’s rear window.

"One of their tires!" the assistant shouted, struggling to keep the car steady.

But the military vehicles pressed on relentlessly.

Inside one of them, Kevin Edwards watched the chase with steely determination.

"Captain, they’re not stopping," one of his men said.

Kevin was sitting inside, looking at the car in front of him with a solemn look.

These people used to be Kevin's comrades-in-arms. And Kevin was their captain.