Ch. 334: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 334

Chapter 334Karina felt that Norah had changed too quickly. Although she didn’t know her that well, she had been determined to fight for Norah, but Norah had refused.

If it were anyone else, when their life was at risk, they would want to survive. But Norah had pushed everyone away, and it felt unnatural. All Karina could think was that Norah didn’t want to burden them.

Jace looked at Karina, sensing some truth in her words.

When Norah realized that Karina wasn’t just anyone, she didn’t show much rejection. But now, not only did she push Karina away, she pushed everyone away... Maybe Steven’s risky journey to the Yi tribe to save her made Norah feel guilty, making her unwilling to drag anyone else into this.

Even so, Jace respected Norah’s feelings. "No matter what, I’ll save her life. As for how she feels—if she doesn’t want to see us, then we won’t make her. As long as she’s at peace, that’s all that matters."

There’s no perfect solution. The poison in her body remains incurable.

Despite countless experiments, no one has been able to develop a true antidote.

Jace was trying, and so was everyone else. But if they had the answer, this organization would have been dismantled by now.

Karina spoke up, concern in her voice. "What are you going to do? She’s already starting to show bruises on her arm."

The bruises on Norah’s arms were faint, but they were there, signaling that the poison was taking its toll. Even with Jace’s help, it was only a temporary fix, not a cure. Once her body became resistant to the poison, it might stop responding to the treatment altogether.

Jace frowned. "We’ll find a way."

When Norah woke up, she was on the couch, alone.

Before she could fully process what was going on, a voice from the kitchen broke the silence: "My baby, you're awake!"

Gloria walked out with a bowl of chicken soup. When she saw Norah was awake, she sighed in relief and placed the soup on the table.

It was steaming, and Gloria gently touched her ear as she set it down.

Seeing Gloria, Norah was a bit disoriented. "Why are you here?"

Gloria smiled warmly. "I missed you. Came to check on you. Who knew you'd be asleep? I'm just glad you're okay! Come on, I made you some chicken soup."

Norah looked at her, still confused. "When you came, was anyone here?"

"Nope. You were just lying on the couch. You've been pushing yourself too hard lately, haven't you?" Gloria sat beside her.

Norah thought back. She had been talking to Karina just before this.

Seeing the chicken soup Gloria had made for her, Norah smiled faintly. "I remember you don’t cook much."

"For the baby in your belly, I figured I’d give it a shot. It’s a first for me, but I made it with love!" Gloria said, knowing she wasn’t the best cook, but determined to try for Norah.

"Thank you, Gloria. I’m lucky to have you."

Norah accepted the gesture, sitting up to drink the soup.

"How is it?" Gloria asked, watching her eagerly.

Norah nodded. "It’s good."

Gloria beamed. "See? I’ve got a bit of talent after all!"

Gloria’s eyes narrowed when she noticed the bruises on Norah’s arms. "What’s this? Did you bump into something?"

Norah hesitated, trying to cover the bruises quickly. "Maybe. You know I’ve been on set a lot lately."

"You need to be more careful." Gloria warned. "Don’t overdo it, especially while you're pregnant."

"How can I not fight? You support me, right?" Norah said with a smile.

Gloria patted her chest confidently. "I’ll take care of you."

Norah smiled, feeling a bit lighter. "It’s good to have you around. You know, it’s nice to eat and drink for free, but people still need dreams."

Gloria shifted the conversation. "Have you and Kevin reconciled yet?"

Norah’s smile faded slightly. "It’s impossible to reconcile."

Gloria’s confusion deepened. "Is it really over? This time for good?"

Though she knew they were divorced, Gloria still held a sliver of hope that there might be a chance for them.

"What are you thinking? It’s over." Norah said with a bitter smile.

Gloria’s expression became serious. "You’re carrying his child, yet he walked away. Doesn’t he care about the baby? This isn’t right!"

Norah didn’t want to dwell on it. "Don’t worry about it. I haven’t seen him in a long time."

Gloria couldn’t accept seeing Norah like this.

Norah was fighting for her career, but was it worth it?

What if this gamble failed? What would Norah do?

Would she and the child have nothing?

The father of the child was walking away—Gloria couldn’t believe it. Was Kevin really that heartless?

She was worried, unable to shake the thought that Norah might suffer.

At the same time, Gloria couldn’t fully believe that their relationship had truly ended so quickly.

If it had, she might never believe in love again.

After Norah finished eating, and while Gloria was cleaning up in the kitchen, Norah pulled up her sleeves and examined the faint bruises on her arms.

Had the poison gotten worse?

How much longer would she live?

Norah wasn’t sure, but these bruises were a warning. Would the doctors be able to detect the toxins in her system if she went to the hospital?

Would it affect the baby?

She’d gone to the hospital a few times already, hoping to find some answers.

But there had been no clear result.

She tried to remain hopeful, thinking about going again.

Norah didn’t want to worry Gloria, so she hadn’t told her the truth about the poisoning.

After Gloria left, Norah decided to go to the hospital.

But she didn’t expect Gloria to follow her.

Gloria had noticed that Norah had become too thin, much more than she had been when she was grieving over Kevin.

And Jace had asked Gloria to look after Norah, which gave her some peace of mind.

But when Gloria saw Norah head toward the hematology department instead of obstetrics and gynecology, she was even more puzzled.

She immediately called Jace, her worry mounting. "Norah’s in danger, she’s at the hospital. If you have any conscience, come and see her for the last time!"

Without waiting for a reply, she hung up.

At that moment, Norah was lying on a hospital bed, most of her blood drawn, feeling dizzy.

The sterile smell of disinfectant filled the room, making her want to gag, but she held it back. Her face was pale.

Fear and anxiety gripped her—was the poison affecting her child?

Her hand instinctively pressed against her belly.

What would happen if the child was harmed?

Could she bring herself to abort the baby?

For the first time, she felt the baby move, a reminder of its will to live.

She couldn’t bear to make that choice.

Killing the child would be like killing herself.

The conflicting emotions swirled within her, until—

"Norah!"

Suddenly, the door burst open, and someone entered, their face full of urgency and tension.