Ch. 326: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 326

Chapter 326

Steven smiled, his gaze lingering on Norah. “Maybe it’s faith,” he said softly.

“Can’t you just not go?” Norah’s voice held a trace of worry.

Steven’s expression remained steady. “I have to. Don’t worry about me—I’ve weathered plenty of storms. I’ll come back safely, I promise.”

The words felt out of character for him. Why take such a risk, especially when the danger seemed so evident? Norah’s concern deepened, her face heavy with unease. She didn’t want him to go, but she knew she couldn’t stop him.

“Can I hug you?” Steven asked suddenly. “I might not see you for a while.”

Norah hesitated, then stepped forward. It felt like the embrace of an old friend—a bittersweet moment of comfort.

Steven’s arms wrapped lightly around her back, his touch reassuring. He gently patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

Norah’s voice softened. “You said it’s dangerous. Of course, I’ll worry.”

Steven’s smile deepened, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Hearing that from you makes it all worthwhile.”

They held each other for a brief moment before parting. Steven waved at her as he walked away, but the gesture felt final—like a farewell.

“Steven!” Norah called out just before he left.

He stopped, rolling down the window to meet her gaze.

“Come back soon,” she said, her tone filled with quiet urgency.

Steven nodded gently and drove off, disappearing from her view. Norah stood there, her heart uneasy. She couldn’t shake the feeling of something being out of place—a tug in her chest that lingered long after he was gone.

Over the next few days, Norah poured herself into filming. The drama wasn’t mainstream and didn’t aim to be. It had no paparazzi following or flashy promotion. In contrast, Bianca’s show was thriving. The combination of a strong IP and daily gossip about Bianca and Kevin’s romance had turned them into an overnight sensation.

Soon, Bianca and Kevin had a devoted fan base, and the public quickly forgot Kevin’s earlier proposal to someone else. Social media moved on, erasing the past in favor of the next trending topic.

Meanwhile, time flew by, and Norah couldn’t ignore the changes in herself—most notably, her growing belly. She found it increasingly difficult to move comfortably.

“Norah, are you overworking yourself? You barely stand up these days,” Nellie observed, concerned.

Norah smiled faintly. “I’m fine. It’s just my stomach—it’s getting harder to manage.”

Nellie’s eyes dropped to Norah’s belly, and a look of realization crossed her face. “Hey, is it just me, or is your stomach getting bigger? Wait... are you pregnant?”

Norah’s lips pressed together. Before she could respond, Emani chimed in, her tone laced with nonchalance. “Of course she’s pregnant. You didn’t know?”

Nellie gasped, wide-eyed. “Norah, you’re so young! Are you married?”

The question hit a nerve. Norah kept her composure. “I’m divorced,” she said simply. “This child is mine alone.”

Nellie’s expression shifted to one of admiration. She grabbed Norah’s hand tightly. “You’re amazing. Not only are you carrying a child, but you’ve also invested in my drama. You’re like a guardian angel to me!”

Norah smiled, brushing off the praise. “It’s just business. I believe in this project.”

To Nellie, however, Norah’s actions were extraordinary. “You’re not just an investor—you’re the heart of this production. Without you, this drama wouldn’t exist. Honestly, you deserve to be a director.”

The suggestion startled Norah. “Director? No, no, I don’t know the first thing about that.”

Nellie shook her head. “Don’t underestimate yourself. You’ve been heavily involved—reviewing scripts, guiding scenes—you might not be formally trained, but you clearly have a knack for it.”

“You’re overhyping me,” Norah said, laughing it off.

But Nellie wasn’t joking. For Norah, this project had been a calculated risk—an attempt to secure a future for Sasha and herself. She’d never expected it to become such a personal endeavor.

While they spoke, chaos erupted outside the set.

“Where’s my son? Did you kidnap him? He hasn’t been home in over two weeks!” A woman’s voice rang out, full of panic.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” the security guards tried to hold her back.

Norah perked up at the commotion. The mention of Steven’s name made her heart skip a beat.

“Let them in,” she ordered calmly.

The woman, Milena, stormed in, dragging a younger woman—Emma—behind her. Their faces were frantic as they scanned the room.

Milena’s gaze landed on Norah. “Are you Norah? The woman my son’s been in contact with?”

Norah, taken aback, nodded slowly. She’d never met Milena before but quickly pieced things together. “You’re Steven’s mother? What do you mean he hasn’t been home?”

Milena’s tone grew sharper. “He disappeared two weeks ago. He hasn’t called, hasn’t checked in—nothing. The last time we heard from him, he mentioned seeing you. What did you say to him?”

Emma, glaring at Norah, jumped in. “You’re the one Steven’s obsessed with, aren’t you? What did you do? Did you manipulate him? If you don’t tell us the truth, we’ll call the police!”

“Don’t accuse her!” Emani snapped. “Steven only came here to have dinner and left. Whatever happened after that has nothing to do with us!”

Norah frowned, recalling her last conversation with Steven. “Before he left, he told me he was going abroad—to a dangerous place. Wasn’t it for business?”

Milena’s face went pale. “A dangerous place? He never mentioned anything like that! Where did he go? What kind of danger?”

Emma froze, realization dawning on her. “Could he have gone to the Yi Tribe? I told him it was too risky! Why didn’t he listen?”