Ch. 291: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 291

Chapter 291

"Okay," Norah agreed, then gently said to Gloria, "Go back to sleep."

Gloria, visibly exhausted, quickly drifted off again.

Norah, however, lay wide awake. Her mind was racing.

When Gloria mentioned worshipping God, Norah couldn’t help but think about the emerald-green Buddha beads Jace always carried. They seemed eerily familiar.

In the morning, Gloria shook Norah awake, panic etched across her face. "Norah, wake up! Something's wrong—Kevin is critically ill!"

Norah's eyes snapped open, her heart pounding. "What?"

"It just happened," Gloria explained, her voice trembling. "The hospital called!"

Norah grabbed her phone and checked the call log. It was indeed from the hospital.

Her chest tightened. Could it be true? Could Kevin really not wake up?

Her eyes welled up with tears. The thought of never seeing Kevin alive again was unbearable.

As long as someone was alive, there was always hope.

But if Kevin died... the finality of it—the idea that she’d never see him again—was a pain she couldn’t fathom. It felt as though her heart was splitting open.

Norah desperately wanted to break down and cry, but she knew she couldn’t afford to lose herself. She had to stay strong for Kevin. With trembling hands, she dressed hurriedly and rushed to the hospital.

Gloria tried to console her on the way, whispering words of comfort, but it was futile.

How could Norah not be upset?

If Kevin died, what would happen to her? To the child growing inside her?

The thought of life without Kevin was too much to bear.

Even if they divorced—even if he didn’t love her anymore—it was still better than losing him forever.

Norah kept her tears at bay, but her silence spoke volumes. Her mind was consumed by the thought of Kevin’s critical condition.

When she arrived at the hospital, she ran straight to the ICU. Inside, Kevin’s comrades-in-arms stood solemnly, their expressions grim. Kevin lay unconscious, pale and frail.

Norah couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body trembled as she choked out his name, "Kevin..."

She stumbled to his bedside, her legs giving out beneath her. Kneeling by his side, she grasped his hand, her tears flowing freely.

"How could this happen?" she cried, her voice breaking. "Didn’t they say you wouldn’t die? If you leave me, what am I supposed to do? What about our baby?!"

She buried her face against the bed, her sobs racking her body.

Then, suddenly, Kevin’s fingers twitched.

Norah froze, unsure if it was real or just a cruel trick of her mind.

His fingers moved again.

Her heart raced, but she dismissed it as wishful thinking—until she felt a hand gently rest on her head.

"If I die," Kevin rasped weakly, "you won’t have a husband anymore. How could I leave you to be a widow?"

Norah’s head shot up, disbelief etched on her tear-streaked face.

Kevin’s eyes were open, his lips curved into a faint smile.

She stared at him, stunned. "You... You’re awake?"

Wasn’t he critically ill? How was he speaking?

Were they lying to her?

Kevin tried to sit up, but Norah pushed him back down, her sadness quickly turning to anger.

"Was this a joke?!" she demanded, her voice trembling. She turned to Levi and Kevin’s comrades-in-arms. "Did you all conspire to trick me?"

Levi raised his hands defensively. "Captain Edwards just wanted to see you. He thought this would bring you here quickly..."

"Enough!" Norah cut him off, her emotions boiling over. She glared at Kevin, her voice sharp. "How could you lie to me like this? Do you even care about how I feel?"

Kevin reached for her hand, his voice soft. "I’m sorry. I just missed you so much... I was afraid you wouldn’t come if I didn’t do something drastic."

Norah yanked her hand away, her anger unabated. "You’re unbelievable! If you wanted to die so badly, then just do it!"

With that, she spun on her heels and stormed toward the door.

"Norah!" Kevin called out, trying to follow her. But the effort reopened his wound, and he collapsed back onto the bed, coughing violently.

The sound stopped Norah in her tracks. She turned to see him clutching his side, his face contorted in pain.

Her anger melted into concern. She rushed back to his side. "Are you okay? Did you tear your stitches? Should I call the doctor?"

Despite his pain, Kevin reached out and grabbed her hand. "Don’t leave," he whispered. "As long as you stay, I’ll be fine."

Norah hesitated, but the desperation in his eyes broke her resolve. She sighed. "Lie down and let the doctor check you. Stop being so reckless."

Kevin obeyed, though he didn’t let go of her hand. "You’re not leaving, right?"

"You’re injured because of me," Norah replied, her voice softer now. "If I left, it’d be heartless. I owe you this much."

A faint smile tugged at Kevin’s lips. "That’s all I need to hear."

The doctor came in to examine Kevin, reassuring them that he just needed rest and proper care.

After the doctor left, Kevin turned to Norah, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I’m hungry."

Levi, sensing the moment, quickly offered, "I’ll grab some food." He disappeared before Norah could respond, leaving the two of them alone.

Kevin patted the bed beside him. "Come here."

Norah walked over hesitantly, and Kevin pulled her into his arms. She leaned against his shoulder but immediately worried. "Won’t this hurt your wound?"

"It’s fine," Kevin said with a grin. "Though, if you kissed me, I think I’d heal even faster."

"Stop joking around!" Norah scolded, giving him a light shove.

"Ow!" Kevin winced dramatically, breaking into a sweat.

Norah panicked. "Did I hurt you? Did I touch your stitches?"

Kevin chuckled through the pain. "You’re so strong—you might actually put me back in critical condition!"

"Don’t say things like that!" Norah scolded, though her concern was evident. "I’ll be more careful next time."

Kevin softened, brushing a hand against her cheek. "You look tired. Didn’t sleep well last night?"

"Where’d you get that idea?" she muttered.

"It’s all over your face," he said gently. "You were too worried about me, weren’t you?"

Norah dropped her gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "Don’t pull a stunt like that again. You scared me to death."

Kevin’s heart swelled. She cared. She really cared.

"Sleep here with me," he said, moving over to make room.

"Two people can’t fit on this bed," Norah protested.

"We’ll make it work." He patted the space beside him. "Come on, I’ll help you sleep."

Despite herself, Norah climbed in beside him.

Kevin wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. "Sleep," he murmured.

Norah lay still, her mind still racing, but his steady breathing began to calm her.

She shifted slightly, unable to get comfortable.

Kevin let out a low groan.

"Are you in pain?" she asked, alarmed.

His voice, hoarse and filled with a mix of humor and helplessness, replied, "A little. But not in the way you think."