Ch. 322: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 322

Chapter 322

Norah sat there for what felt like an eternity, her heart heavy with sadness.

Kevin didn’t move, only the sound of his steady breathing filled the silence.

Norah wanted to ask something, but no words came.

Maybe she didn’t need to ask. She already knew the answer.

Eventually, Norah got up quietly and left.

This time, her mood was different.

It felt more bitter.

"Ma’am."

Levi hesitated as he saw Norah come out, concern in his voice. "You didn’t have an argument with Captain Edwards, did you?"

Frank nudged Levi, urging him to keep quiet.

Seeing Norah's face, it was clear the situation wasn’t a happy one.

Norah glanced at Levi briefly and said, "Take care of him." Then, without another word, she walked out.

Levi stood still, thinking about the two people who couldn’t be together. He sighed.

It was fate.

Back at her apartment, Jace was waiting for her.

"How did it go?" Jace asked, his voice soft. "Everything okay?"

Norah looked at him and asked, "Do you know Kevin?"

The question caught Jace off guard, and he didn’t immediately know how to respond. "Why do you ask?" he finally said.

"When I passed out, it couldn’t have been a coincidence that you found me," Norah said. "Did Kevin ask you to come?"

Norah wasn’t blind to Kevin’s strange behavior. She knew he had some hidden motive, even though it only fueled her anger. She had a feeling Kevin’s actions weren’t as simple as they seemed.

She was upset, but she couldn’t shake the idea that Kevin had a reason for everything.

Jace didn’t try to hide the truth. He smiled and said, "I can’t fool you."

Norah said, "Don’t listen to him. You’re my friend, not his."

Jace met her gaze. "If you need me, I’ll help, no matter who asks me to."

Norah smiled at him. "Thank you, Jace. I didn’t expect you to be here for me in the end."

She truly appreciated her friends.

She’d remember everything Jace had done for her, and if he ever needed her, she’d be there.

"It’s not over yet," Jace said, his voice hesitant. "I may not be able to stay with you until the end."

Norah didn’t fully understand what Jace meant, but she could tell he understood her.

He had been there when she was at her lowest. She would always remember that kindness, but everyone had their own path.

"No matter where life takes you, I just want you to live in the sunlight," Norah said, her words sincere.

Jace looked at her with gentle eyes. Being close to her, in this moment, was his greatest wish.

In the past, this belief had kept him going.

He wanted to be with Julie again, to live beside her with dignity and integrity.

"Let’s go inside," Jace said, raising his hand. He didn’t dare to touch her, but just waved it in the air.

Norah nodded, then walked inside. At the door, she called out, "You should rest too."

Once Norah shut the door, Jace didn’t immediately leave.

He leaned against the doorframe, waiting quietly. The distance between them was small, but it felt enough. His face, however, was pale—devoid of its usual vitality.

Back at Steven’s place, he searched relentlessly for any information on the mysterious organization called Nile.

He had to know how to reach them, how he might find a way to get the antidote he desperately needed.

Steven spent the entire night searching.

The organization was elusive. They stayed out of the country to avoid sanctions, operating in border regions instead. Some of the people arrested years ago didn’t even speak the same language. They seemed to be from a different ethnic group.

Just as Steven’s frustration was growing, the door opened, and Milena walked in.

"Steven, what are you doing? Why’s everything such a mess?"

Steven didn’t look up. "I’m searching for information."

"What kind of information is this? You haven’t been sleeping, have you?" Milena asked gently, concern filling her voice. "You’ve been so busy with work lately, you haven’t been resting well. You need to take care of yourself, and don’t forget Emma and the others are coming over. You should relax for a bit."

Milena pulled Steven toward the couch. "Lie down for a while."

Looking at his tired face, Milena couldn’t hide her worry.

"I’m fine, Mom," Steven said, brushing off her concern. "I have to keep looking."

Milena noticed the papers he was scouring through. "What’s this? I thought you were working, but this looks like something to do with a criminal organization. Are you planning to become a cop?"

Steven’s reply was firm. "People’s lives are at stake."

"But not more than my son’s life," Milena said softly. "Take care of yourself first. Look at you—you're losing weight."

Steven paused, considering her words, then glanced back at her. "Mom, what did you say about Emma’s background?"

Milena’s face lit up with a smile. "Ah, now you’re asking about Emma! Her father is from the Yi tribe. They’re a mixed ethnic group. They’re beautiful people, and she’s a perfect match for you!"

Steven looked at the information again and found it all matched.

The Yi tribe was known for their skill in crafting medicine and poisons.

Could there be a connection?

"When is Emma coming over?" Steven asked.

"She’ll be here shortly. I’ve already told her I’m making some porridge." Milena smiled, eager. "She’s a sweet girl, I really like her. If things work out…"

Milena looked up but saw Steven had already left the room.

"This boy’s always in a hurry!" she muttered, following him.

Less than ten minutes later, Emma arrived.

She was dressed in a beautiful outfit, carrying gifts. As she entered, she cheerfully called out, "Aunt Lord!"

Milena and Steven were there.

Milena immediately stood to greet her. "Oh, Emma, you’re here! What gifts did you bring? We’re so glad to see you!"

Emma smiled. "Just a small token, Auntie. I hope you don’t mind."

"No, no, we don’t mind at all!" Milena exclaimed. She quickly turned to Steven. "You asked about her just now, didn’t you? I can tell you’re interested."

Emma blushed. "Really? Auntie, you can’t be joking with me!"

"I’m serious!" Milena laughed with joy.

Milena had tried to match them before, but Steven was always stubborn, never engaging.

This time, however, Steven was direct. "I heard from my mom that your father is from the Yi tribe."

"Yes," Emma replied, sitting down. "Why? Steven, are you interested in our family?"

Steven continued, "Are the people from the Yi tribe known for their skill in making poisons and pharmaceuticals? Do they have a special talent?"