Ch. 332: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 332

Chapter 332

The joy on Norah's face was undeniable. She quickly grabbed her phone, exclaiming, "Steven!"

But the voice on the other end was garbled, and she couldn't make sense of it.

Her face froze. "What are you saying? You're not Steven?"

All she could hear was a man's voice in a chaotic background, making it impossible for Norah to understand him. Her anxiety surged.

Why wasn’t Steven answering his phone?

"Don’t hang up! I’ll find someone who can help," she rushed, trying to think of a translator—but how could she find one that quickly?

"Hello? Hello?"

Before she could even finish, the call ended abruptly.

Frustration hit as Norah dialed again, but the phone went straight to voicemail.

Panic set in.

The phone clearly wasn’t with Steven. Could he be in trouble?

A surge of panic flooded Norah. She didn’t know what to do.

"Norah," Sasha called out, noticing her panic. She quickly rushed over. "What’s wrong? What happened?"

Norah’s voice wavered as she looked at Sasha. "Steven is in danger."

"Steven?" Sasha asked, connecting the dots. "Is this the call about Steven you just received?"

"The person on the other end was a stranger," Norah explained, her voice filled with worry. "They were speaking something I couldn’t understand, and the phone isn’t with Steven. Doesn’t that mean he’s in danger?"

Sasha tried to calm her. "Norah, don't jump to conclusions. You can’t think so negatively without knowing more."

"Yes," Norah agreed, trying to reassure herself. "It’s not that bad. He’ll be fine."

But deep down, a gnawing worry remained. What if he really was in trouble? What should she do?

She couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness, despite telling herself every day that Steven would return safely. The guilt still weighed on her heart.

"I’m going to find him!" Norah declared, determined to act.

Sasha stopped her. "No. You can’t go. What about the drama? And you have to think about the baby!"

Norah hesitated. She wanted to go, but Sasha was right. She wasn’t free to act as she pleased, and the weight of responsibility for her baby kept her from running off.

Sitting down in a chair, Norah pressed her hands to her forehead, overwhelmed with helplessness.

"I don’t know what’s really going on," Sasha said, her tone soft. "But staying here is probably the best choice for now. Steven wouldn’t want you to risk everything."

Norah understood, but the guilt still gnawed at her. She hated the thought of being a burden on others.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face, trying to clear her mind. When she returned, the crew was looking at her with concern.

"I’m fine," she reassured them. "Let’s focus on filming. That’s the most important thing right now."

Sasha sighed in relief, but still couldn’t shake her worry about Norah. In the meantime, the crew was talking about disturbing news that was spreading throughout the city—another female corpse had been found, and rumors of organ trafficking were circulating.

"Be careful tonight," one of them warned. "Don't go anywhere remote. There's news of a killer on the loose!"

"Terrifying," another said. "It’s like we’re back in the dark ages."

"Girls, stay safe!" someone else added. "Even if it's not the same case, there’s always the risk of something happening in quiet areas."

Hearing these warnings, Norah felt a creeping unease. She couldn’t help but think of the organization she had in mind—the organ trafficking. Had it become that widespread?

Her fists clenched, pushing aside her fear, replaced with a burning desire to do something about it.

After filming wrapped, Norah prepared to head home. Sasha reminded her once more to be careful and avoid dangerous areas.

As Norah walked, accompanied by Emani for a while before parting ways, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following her. Despite the bustling streets, the sense of being watched unsettled her.

At a street corner, Norah quickened her pace, but before she could react, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head from a blow with a stick.

"It's you!" she exclaimed, realizing who it was.

She had thought it was a man, but it was Karina, who had tied her hair up and was wearing a baseball cap.

Karina pulled off her hat, an amused glint in her eye. "You’re getting paranoid."

Norah frowned, confused by Karina’s behavior. "Does this have anything to do with the recent female corpse case? Were you stalking me?"

"If I had bad intentions, you wouldn’t be standing here," Karina said coldly, lighting a cigarette. "But then I saw your belly."

She quickly put out the cigarette when she noticed Norah was pregnant. "Sorry. I didn’t know."

"What’s your deal?" Norah asked, still on edge. "Does the organ trafficking have anything to do with you?"

"I haven’t done anything," Karina replied, exhaling smoke. "And I don’t know about the trafficking either."

She paused and then added, her voice softer, "I followed you to warn you. Don’t let your anger go to Jace. He doesn’t deserve it."

Norah was taken aback. "That’s your message to me?"

Karina nodded, her eyes shadowed with sadness. "Who else could I care about besides Jace?"

"Do you like him?" Norah asked, curious.

Karina let out a laugh, though it was laced with bitterness. "Like him? I don’t know. He’s the only one left in my life. He’s like family to me."

Norah didn’t quite understand. "What do you mean? Why is he gone?"

Karina’s face darkened. "You don’t remember? We were all locked in that dark room. How can you not remember?"

Norah paused, trying to recall, but it was a blur. "I don’t really remember... I just had a dream where you and Jace were familiar to me."

Karina’s lips curled into a bitter smile. "You’re lucky. You weren’t treated like a puppet, like Jace and I were."

Norah felt a wave of sympathy and curiosity. Despite the poison Karina had given her, Norah wanted answers.

She took a deep breath and said, "Let’s go back and talk about this."