Ch. 388: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 388

Chapter 388

Kevin immediately strode out.

...

For what felt like an eternity, Norah thought she was dead.

Everything was pitch black.

She couldn’t tell where she was, but an overwhelming fear gripped her. She wasn’t ready to die.

She hadn't even heard her baby cry.

She hadn't seen the baby's face—didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, alive or... gone.

The desperate will to survive burned inside her, but her body felt completely drained.

She had no idea how long she had been floating in this void.

Suddenly, she saw a figure in the distance. Tall, shadowy, faceless. It stood motionless, waiting for her.

Fear crept up her spine.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Silence.

Norah hesitated, then asked again, "Are you here to take me to hell?"

Still no answer.

She started to think the figure was just a lifeless sculpture—until it moved.

Her heart pounded. But then, a bitter thought crossed her mind: I'm already a ghost... do I really need to be afraid of another ghost?

Summoning her courage, she stepped closer.

The figure slowly turned toward her and lifted its head—revealing a smooth, faceless void where its features should be.

Norah let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Ahhh!"

Reality and dreams blurred together, twisting into something eerily familiar yet entirely foreign.

She woke up in a hospital room.

"Ms. White, are you okay?" A nurse rushed in, concern etched across her face.

Norah, still gasping for breath, looked around in confusion. "W-What happened to me?"

Everything was so calm. So normal.

Had it all been a dream?

Had she just imagined giving birth? Had she just dreamed of dying?

"You're in the hospital," the nurse said gently. "You've been in a coma for a week. You're still in recovery."

Norah's mind raced. It wasn’t a dream? I’ve really been unconscious for a whole week?

She instinctively reached out, feeling for something—someone—beside her. But her hands found only empty space.

Panic seized her.

"My baby... Where’s my baby?" she asked urgently. "Why isn't my baby here?"

The nurse hesitated.

Norah’s heart pounded.

She remembered giving birth in the car, but she didn’t know what happened after that.

"What about Kevin?" she asked. "Where is he? Where’s my child?"

The nurse moved closer, her voice calm. "Ms. White, please don’t worry. Mr. Edwards will be here soon. Your baby is in the incubator. Try not to stress yourself."

Norah's breath hitched. "The incubator? Is he okay? Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A boy," the nurse confirmed.

Norah let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over her. "A boy... I was right."

Tears welled in her eyes. She had imagined this moment so many times.

"I need to see him," she said, trying to get out of bed.

"Not yet," the nurse said gently. "He's still too fragile to leave the incubator. But once he’s strong enough, you’ll be able to hold him."

Norah took a deep breath and sat back down. "As long as he’s alive and healthy, that’s all that matters."

She trusted the doctors. She had to.

"You should rest," the nurse said. "Mr. Edwards will be here soon."

Norah nodded, her heart filled with anticipation.

She smiled softly, thinking about her son. He made it. He’s safe.

But then, doubt crept in.

I was supposed to die, wasn’t I?

The doctors had said giving birth would be the end of her. So why was she still here?

She could still remember the feeling of slipping away, of floating toward darkness.

It was as if she had stood at death’s door... but something had pulled her back.

It didn’t make sense.

Just as she was lost in thought, the door opened.

Kevin walked in.

Dressed in a crisp suit, his tall frame exuded power. His sharp, chiseled features were unreadable, but his deep gaze locked onto hers.

That same intimidating, untouchable man.

But he was here.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kevin asked, his tone even.

Norah sprang up excitedly. "I’m fine! Have you seen our baby? The nurse said he’s in the incubator, but they won’t let me see him yet."

Kevin watched her step out of bed barefoot and frowned. Without a word, he grabbed her slippers and placed them in front of her.

"I’ve seen him," he said, his voice softer now. "He’s adorable. His eyes look like yours. His nose looks like mine. He cries a lot—keeps everyone on their toes. He’s full of energy. I think he’s going to be a troublemaker."

Norah’s heart swelled at the thought.

She slipped on her slippers, a smile tugging at her lips. "Good. A little mischief is fine—it means he won’t be easy to bully. But we have to raise him right. We can’t let him go astray."

Kevin nodded. "I know."

He picked up a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "You just gave birth. You need to rest. It’s best if you stay inside—too much wind isn’t good for new mothers. It could cause long-term health issues."

"I know," Norah said. She had read up on postpartum recovery. "I’ll take good care of myself so I can hold our baby soon."

She wouldn’t let anything take her away from her child.

Kevin adjusted her blanket, then said, "I asked the maid to prepare a special postpartum meal for you. It’ll be here soon. Make sure you eat well."

Norah nodded, feeling warmth at his thoughtfulness.

But something felt off.

She remembered their conflicts.

Yet after the baby was born, neither of them had addressed it.

They were avoiding it.

Kevin wasn’t saying anything, and she wasn’t pushing. But deep down, she was waiting.

Waiting for him to explain.

Waiting for him to clear the distance between them.

Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Don’t you have something to say to me?" she asked, watching his face closely.

Kevin looked at her, his expression unreadable. "What do you mean?"

Norah pressed her lips together. "You’ve been different lately. I don’t ask, and you don’t say anything. But you know I’m compromising for the baby’s sake. If you really want this marriage to work, shouldn’t you be honest with me? Not just for me, but for our child. You need to learn how to be a good father. Don’t you think so?"

She was giving him a chance.

A chance to prove he cared.

A chance to show her that their family mattered to him.

She knew Kevin had flaws, but he wasn’t beyond saving.

She believed he could be a good father.

Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, meeting her gaze with an intensity that made her heart pound.

"If I really have changed... would you accept it?" he asked quietly. "If I hurt you—and hurt our child—do you think I could still be a good father?"

Norah’s breath caught.

His words sent a chill through her.

"What are you saying?" she asked, her voice laced with unease. "The baby wasn’t planned, but that doesn’t mean you can’t love him. Haven’t you accepted him yet? Or... do you feel like I forced this responsibility onto you?"

"It’s not that," Kevin denied.

Norah exhaled, relieved—but still unsure.

"Then what is it?" she asked.