Ch. 300: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 300

Chapter 300

Bianca saw the crowd of onlookers and Sasha, who seemed fragile enough to break upon contact, and suddenly panicked. "Don't record this! She's faking it. I didn't touch her—she threw herself at me! I only defended myself!"

Norah hurried to help Sasha up, her voice sharp. "Bianca, you already have everything you want. Why do you need to bully Sasha? Will you only be satisfied if she leaves the industry entirely?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Bianca retorted, but the murmurs of the gathering crowd made her uneasy.

With so many people watching, Bianca realized that no matter how much she explained, her words wouldn’t matter. She had underestimated them.

She hadn’t expected Sasha and Norah to stoop this low, to set her up like this.

"You’ll regret this!" Bianca snapped before storming off, unwilling to linger and draw more attention.

As Norah helped Sasha back inside, Sasha glanced at Norah’s arm and frowned. "Did Bianca grab you that hard? Look at your arm—there’s a bruise."

Startled, Norah glanced down and noticed a faint bruise on her arm. She rubbed it lightly but felt no pain. "I don’t know how this happened," she murmured.

Something felt off. Lately, her body had been acting strangely, and this bruise was another unsettling sign.

Sasha looked worried. "Bianca’s words earlier... they seemed strange. It was like she already knew something, like she was watching everything fall apart for you."

Norah shook her head, unconvinced. "I’ll go get myself checked out."

The bruise felt like a silent warning from her body.

After ensuring Sasha was safely back in her ward, Norah stepped outside, only to find Kevin waiting for her at the door.

Levi greeted her politely, "Madam."

Sasha, sensing the tension, slipped away, saying, "I’ll head back to my room."

Left alone with Kevin, Norah felt her defenses rising.

Kevin’s expression was grim. His voice was low but firm. "You’ve been moving fast—already stirring up public opinion against them."

Norah met his gaze with unflinching honesty. "I have to strike while the iron’s hot. If I wait too long, people will lose interest. How else am I supposed to get their attention?"

Kevin’s tone was hard to read, somewhere between approval and reproach. "You’re starting to sound like a journalist."

"And what of it?" Norah snapped. "Didn’t I tell you before? Business is business—emotions have no place in it. I’m doing this for work, so don’t take it personally."

Kevin’s frown deepened. "And didn’t I tell you not to mess with Bianca?"

That was the last straw for Norah. She felt her temper flare. "Bianca didn’t provoke me? Are you serious? She started this! What am I supposed to do? Sit here and take it? And now you’re protecting her? If that’s the case, then you’re siding with her!"

Kevin softened his tone. "Let’s not argue here. Let’s go home and talk."

He reached out, trying to calm her, but the moment Kevin touched her shoulder, Norah jerked away as though burned. "If you want to go back, then go back alone!"

Before she could take another step, Norah suddenly froze. Her body swayed, and she collapsed without warning.

Kevin’s eyes widened in alarm. He caught her just in time, his voice trembling. "Norah!"

She was unresponsive.

He called her name over and over, but she didn’t stir. Panicking, Kevin scooped her into his arms and rushed her to the emergency room.

The doctors took her in for examination, leaving Kevin pacing outside, his chest tight with worry. His mind raced, his heart pounding, his palms slick with sweat.

More than ten minutes passed before the doctor emerged.

"We can’t find anything wrong with her," the doctor said, sounding puzzled. "She’s perfectly healthy, and the fainting doesn’t match any known condition. However, we did notice some bruises on her body, which seem unusual. Also, there’s a small puncture mark on the back of her neck."

The doctor’s words deepened Kevin’s concern.

After entering Norah’s room, Kevin’s gaze fell on her pale face. She had lost so much weight recently.

Kevin clenched her hand tightly, his heart aching.

"Kevin, what’s going on?" Cody’s voice startled him. He had rushed over after hearing about Norah’s collapse.

Kevin turned, his face grim. "She had a fainting spell, but they can’t determine the cause."

Cody, who was also a doctor, examined Norah himself. His sharp eyes quickly caught sight of the faint bruises on her arm.

"Do you think it could be poison?" Cody asked cautiously, his tone grave.

Kevin’s jaw tightened. It was the conclusion he had feared the most.

If Norah was poisoned, the only way to save her would be to find the person responsible and secure the antidote.

"She was kidnapped recently," Kevin admitted, his voice cold. "It’s possible they injected her with something then."

Cody’s face darkened. "If they poisoned her, it’s a way to control you. They’ve found your weakness."

Kevin’s expression hardened. "But if their goal was to target me, why not poison me directly? Why go after Norah?"

Cody examined the beads around Norah’s wrist and frowned. "These beads are unusual. There’s a faint scent of blood and medicine. Look closely—there’s even a trace of blood inside them."

Kevin’s brows furrowed. "Does it help her, or is it part of the poison?"

"It seems to be protecting her," Cody explained. "Whoever made this likely used their own blood to suppress the poison. It’s a method only a medicine man would know."

Kevin’s thoughts raced. Medicine men were rare—nearly extinct. To train one required years of cruel, inhumane practices, and few survived the process.

"Do you think the person who made these beads could be close to Norah?" Kevin asked, his mind drifting to the mysterious neighbor he had noticed near her apartment.

Cody nodded. "It’s possible. For now, these beads are buying her time, but we need to figure out what’s really going on before it’s too late."

Kevin’s hand tightened around Norah’s, his resolve hardening. Whoever was behind this would regret targeting her.