Ch. 310: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 310

Chapter 310

"Shut up!" Norah snapped, her voice trembling with anger. "I can’t believe you would stoop this low! I completely misjudged you!"

Kevin didn’t dodge. Her slap landed squarely on his cheek, leaving it red. Yet, he didn’t flinch. Instead, the corners of his lips curved into a cold, detached smirk.

Norah was furious, her entire body trembling from the weight of his cruelty. She had never encountered anyone as heartless as him.

"If this is what it takes to get me to sign, congratulations—you’ve succeeded!" Norah grabbed the pen without hesitation, scrawling her name on the divorce agreement. Then, with all the strength she could muster, she threw the document at him. "Now get out! Get out of my house!"

Kevin’s expression didn’t change. Her anger didn’t faze him in the slightest.

The lawyer quickly retrieved the divorce agreement, his movements swift and professional. "Mr. Edwards, everything is finalized," he reported.

Kevin gave a curt nod, his face as cold as ever. Without sparing Norah another glance, he stood and walked out of the villa.

As the door slammed shut behind him, Norah collapsed onto the sofa, completely drained. She watched his retreating figure through the door, her fists clenched tightly. A heavy weight pressed down on her chest, making it impossible to breathe.

Outside, Kevin stopped at the villa's entrance. His face was grim as he turned to glance back one last time, his gaze lingering on the doorway. But he didn’t step back inside.

"Mr. Edwards," the lawyer spoke cautiously. "Ms. White has signed. We can complete the divorce paperwork immediately."

"Get out!" Kevin barked, his voice sharp and full of rage.

The lawyer flinched at Kevin’s sudden outburst but quickly composed himself. Avoiding Kevin's fiery glare, he hurriedly left with the documents.

Kevin, still standing by the wall, clenched his fists. His suppressed emotions boiled over, and he slammed his hand against the wall in frustration. One punch wasn’t enough. He struck it again, and again, until blood trickled from his knuckles, staining the wall.

His eyes burned red, filled with a mix of pain and anger as he stared back at the house he had just walked away from. He could still imagine Norah’s tear-streaked face, her shattered expression etched in his mind.

But this had to be done. It was the only way to protect her.

As long as she was alive, there was still a chance—still hope.

"Mr. Edwards, where should we go now?" Kian asked cautiously, his eyes darting to Kevin’s bloodied hand.

Kevin glanced down at his injured hand but dismissed it. He let the blood drip freely and ordered flatly, "Get in the car."

The lawyer, having completed his task, returned to Bianca's residence.

He was, after all, Bianca’s lawyer.

Bianca was in her loungewear, sipping hot milk as she removed her makeup. "Is it done?" she asked, her tone calm but eager.

"Yes," the lawyer confirmed. "Everything is finalized."

A pleased smile spread across Bianca’s face as she reached for the divorce agreement. She skimmed through it, her gaze zeroing in on both signatures at the bottom of the document.

"Finally," she said, her tone triumphant. "They’re divorced." Setting the document down, she added with a smirk, "Process everything quickly. I want to marry Kevin as soon as possible."

She was ready. Ready to solidify her position as Mrs. Edwards.

"Understood," the lawyer said before excusing himself.

As the door closed, Bianca leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. She felt victorious, envisioning the grand wedding she would soon have. She would be the happiest bride in the world.

As she relished the thought, footsteps echoed down the hall. Assuming it was her maid, she called out, "Don’t worry about this room. Go back downstairs."

But the footsteps didn’t stop.

Irritated, Bianca peeled off her face mask. "I said—"

Her voice faltered when she looked up and saw who it was. Shock flickered in her eyes as she quickly stood and adjusted her expression. "Dad."

The man, in his fifties, stood tall and imposing. His graying hair only added to his commanding presence. He smiled warmly. "It’s been a while. You’ve grown into a fine young woman."

Bianca rushed to hug him. "Dad, you’re finally out!"

The man, still strong despite his age, patted her head affectionately. "You’ve worked hard all these years," he said.

Bianca’s voice softened. "It’s nothing compared to what you’ve been through. Besides, I’m a star now. My career lets me take care of myself—and you."

The man’s gaze turned calculating. "I appreciate your efforts, but I don’t need you to take care of me. Our work isn’t finished yet. I’m here to rebuild what we lost."

Bianca’s face stiffened. "Dad, are you serious? So many people died because of that. Even if you’re free now, the police will be watching your every move. It’s too dangerous!"

He ignored her concerns and changed the subject. "Do you still care about Kevin?"

"Dad..." Bianca hesitated, her eyes dropping.

The man chuckled knowingly. "Don’t think I don’t know about the things you’ve done—including poisoning Kevin’s wife. That poison? It came from Pharaoh. And if you have that poison, you’re already tied to him."

Bianca’s expression darkened. "Can’t I choose for myself, just once?"

Her father ignored her plea. "I saw your mother recently," he said, his tone colder now. "She’s as foolish as ever, still unable to admit her mistakes."

Bianca’s jaw tightened. "Why even bring her up? I don’t acknowledge her."

The man smiled faintly. "You’re my daughter, through and through. You know what it takes to survive. Your hands are already stained with blood. There’s no turning back now."

Bianca’s mind drifted to her past actions, actions she had justified for Kevin’s sake. She knew her father was right. There was no erasing what she had done.

"Fine," she said finally, a faint smile curling her lips. "I’ll do whatever it takes."

Her father stroked her hair approvingly. "Good girl. Don’t worry. Pharaoh still values you. As long as you’re Bianca, you’ll always have leverage."

Bianca frowned slightly, confused by his words. Why wouldn’t Pharaoh target her?

But she didn’t press further. For now, this was enough.