Ch. 299: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 299

Chapter 299

Mimi’s nerves were shot. She couldn’t handle the mounting pressure of being the lead actress. The thought of the show airing and a storm of online criticism scared her senseless.

"Ms. Lynch, why don’t you take the role instead?" Mimi’s earlier confidence had completely crumbled. Now, she was a shadow of herself. "If you do it, no one will have anything to say."

Bianca’s eyes flashed with anger. "Are you comparing me to Sasha?"

"No! Of course not, Ms. Lynch," Mimi stammered, shrinking back. "You’re way better than Sasha. You were already a lead actress when you started out. You’re incredible!"

Bianca suppressed her rage and shifted gears. "How do you know about that reporter? Did you see them together?"

"The article came from someone at XNGY TV station," Mimi replied hesitantly. "The reporter must be involved."

Bianca clenched her jaw. She had suspected Norah was behind this, but the confirmation hit like a slap. Norah was blatantly undermining her. Was this her way of declaring war?

But Bianca couldn’t fathom how Norah had the strength or influence to pull this off. She hadn’t heard anything about Norah being in good health recently, let alone orchestrating something this bold.

Bianca’s face darkened. She needed answers, and fast.

Meanwhile, Norah was busy monitoring the online buzz. Sasha noticed her intensity and broke the silence.

"Does Kevin know what you’re doing?" Sasha asked gently.

"I don’t plan to hide it from him," Norah replied softly.

To Norah, a man’s opinion was secondary. What mattered was achieving her goals.

Sasha smiled faintly. "I just hope my situation doesn’t cause trouble between you two."

Sometimes, conflicting interests could strain even the strongest of relationships.

"Want to go for a walk?" Norah suggested, noticing Sasha had been cooped up in the hospital for too long.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah, I could use some fresh air."

The two strolled slowly along a garden path. The warm sunlight was refreshing, and Sasha’s gaze settled on an elderly couple ahead of them. The man, frail and hunched, was pushing his wife in a wheelchair. Despite their visible struggles, he took care of her tenderly.

"They raised me," Sasha said quietly, her eyes softening.

Norah turned to her, surprised. "Really? What about your parents?"

"I don’t have any," Sasha said, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips. "My dad was never around, and my mom ran off with someone else. My grandparents raised me. But now, I don’t have a family anymore."

"Your grandparents passed away?" Norah asked, her voice gentle.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah. When I was a kid, we lived in a mud house and barely had enough to eat. We survived on potatoes and sweet potatoes. I hated them so much that even now, I can’t stand the sight of sweet potatoes. When I finally made some money, they were already gone. Both of them passed while I was working on set. I didn’t even get to say goodbye."

Her voice cracked slightly, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"My grandparents didn’t have a great relationship," she continued, her voice bitter with memory. "They argued a lot, and my grandpa even hit my grandma sometimes. But they were all I had. I had no choice but to endure it—the fights, the poverty—because they were my only family."

For a moment, Norah saw a new side of Sasha. She wasn’t just a stoic, ambitious actress. She was someone who had endured profound loss and heartbreak.

Norah gently linked arms with her. "That’s all in the past now. Things will get better. One day, you’ll be a household name—a queen of the screen."

Sasha laughed softly. "You really believe in me, don’t you?"

"You’ve been through worse," Norah said with conviction. "There’s nothing you can’t do."

Sasha felt an unexpected surge of determination. For years, she had endured pain and hardship. Now, she wanted to rise above it all.

Just then, Bianca arrived at the hospital and spotted Norah and Sasha walking together. Bianca’s eyes narrowed when she saw Norah. She looked perfectly fine—healthy, even. Not the frail figure Bianca had expected.

Bianca’s gaze dropped to the bracelet on Norah’s wrist. Her face hardened, and without hesitation, she marched over and grabbed Norah’s arm.

"Where did you get this?" Bianca demanded.

Norah turned, startled, and yanked her arm away. "What’s your problem?"

Bianca’s eyes gleamed with malice. "Where did you get that bracelet? What kind of underhanded trick did you use to get it?"

Norah glared at her. "Why should I explain anything to you? Who do you think you are?"

"That bracelet belonged to Jace," Bianca hissed. A cruel smile crept across her face. "So that’s why he’s helping you. I should’ve known."

A flicker of unease crossed Norah’s face, but she kept her composure. "It’s just a prayer bracelet," she said flatly.

Bianca folded her arms, a smug look on her face. "It doesn’t matter how you got it. I just know you’re not going to get away with it."

"What are you even talking about?" Norah snapped, her patience wearing thin.

Bianca smirked, her tone dripping with venom. "You’ll find out soon enough. Just know this—whatever you’re planning, I’ll make sure you lose. I’ll take everything from you, Norah. Mark my words."

Norah clenched her fists, her jaw tightening.

Sasha, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward. "Don’t get ahead of yourself, Bianca. The game’s not over yet."

Bianca sneered at her. "You? Don’t make me laugh. I can crush you without even trying. You’ve been struggling for years, and you’ll never be more than a second-rate actress. Everything you’ve worked for—I’ll take it all."

The insult hit its mark, and Sasha, fueled by anger, lunged at Bianca.

But Bianca, expecting the move, shoved her back.

Sasha stumbled and fell, scraping her palms on the pavement. Blood welled up from the cuts as she glared up at Bianca, her voice shaking with pain and fury. "What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much?"

The commotion drew the attention of passersby. A few pulled out their phones, eager to capture the scene.

"Isn’t that Bianca and Sasha?"

"Did Bianca just push Sasha? She actually attacked her?"

"Get this on video! Bianca’s true colors are finally showing!"

The whispers grew louder, and phones began recording.