Ch. 391: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Norah heard a strained, wheezing sound, followed by Steven's voice: "I think I'm close to finding it, but I don't know what happens next. I can't bring a phone, and no one else who goes in can either. If they find out, it’ll be bad. So, if someone picks up this call, please let my contacts know that I'm alive—not just for her, but for everyone who’s been hurt. Thank you."

Then the call ended.

He’ll be safe!

Norah gripped her phone tightly, silently reassuring herself that things weren’t as bad as they seemed. Everything would be okay.

She thanked the caller and hung up, but unease still gnawed at her.

She knew nothing about this organization. If Steven really went in, could he make it back out? And how was she supposed to explain this to his parents?

Norah wanted to rush over immediately, but she was still recovering and hadn’t learned any self-defense. Going now would be a huge disadvantage.

Late that night.

Kevin came to see Norah.

He waited until she was asleep before entering, moving quietly.

The curtains were open, letting moonlight spill into the room, casting a soft glow on her skin.

Kevin stood by the bed, gazing at her with deep, unreadable eyes. Maybe it was affection, or something even deeper. He didn’t move for a long time, just watched her in silence.

Finally, he reached out and gently touched her face.

But the moment his fingertips met her skin, Norah grabbed his hand and opened her eyes.

Kevin froze. She hadn’t been asleep after all.

"Why are you here so late?" she asked, staring at him. "And why have you just been standing there?"

"I thought you were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you," Kevin said quietly.

Norah held his hand tightly. "I got a call from Steven today. It wasn’t his voice, just a recording. He said he was going to that organization. It’s been so long, and there’s still no news. Do you think he’s in danger?"

She desperately needed someone to tell her Steven was safe. That was the only thing that could ease her worries.

Kevin asked, "Are you so worried that you can’t sleep?"

Norah exhaled, frustration creeping into her voice. "Every time I close my eyes, I imagine his face covered in blood. I can’t sleep at all."

Kevin frowned slightly and reached out to touch her cold cheek again. "Don’t panic. No news might be the best news."

"That’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart," she admitted. "But it’s not enough."

She looked at Kevin, feeling helpless. "Do you have a way to find him?"

Kevin nodded. "I sent people to look for him. I’ll tell you as soon as I hear anything. For now, try to rest."

"You sent someone..." Norah hesitated. "Then they haven’t found the organization yet? Do you think there’s an undercover agent? Is that why you can’t tell me anything? Can they find Steven? I’m really worried. He doesn’t deserve this kind of suffering."

"I know," Kevin said. "You’re too tense. Steven will be fine."

Norah felt a lump in her throat. She had lost so many people—people who were still alive, but somehow felt distant. And if she lost Steven, too…

Kevin gently urged her, "Try to sleep."

Norah clutched his sleeve. "Will you stay? Can you hold me?"

Kevin hesitated.

Norah noticed. "I just... I don’t know what to do anymore. I need someone here. I feel so alone. I can’t even see my baby. I’m really struggling."

She was holding onto hope, but the uncertainty was unbearable.

She needed strength—something to keep her going.

She wanted Kevin to give her that strength.

Seeing her vulnerability, Kevin’s resolve softened. He lay down beside her, still in his clothes, and let her curl up against his chest. "Steven is a good person."

Norah relaxed slightly. "Of course he is."

"I want someone to be with you, too," Kevin murmured.

Norah stiffened and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

Kevin gently stroked her back. "Just helping you sleep."

Norah frowned. "Since when do you put me to sleep like this? You’ve changed, Kevin. Lately, you feel so distant."

Her words struck him. He wasn’t sure if he should keep his distance or stay close.

Instinct took over. He pulled her into his arms. "I’m afraid of making you unhappy. I don’t want you to hate me."

Norah realized that, despite everything, she felt more alone than ever.

She clung to his waist. "What’s wrong with me? Why does it feel like everything is slipping away? The baby isn’t here. Steven is missing. And even you—somehow, it feels like you’re gone, too."

She felt completely untethered.

Kevin clenched his fists, then turned on his side and wrapped her in his arms again, resting his chin against her head. "I’m still here. I’ll always be here. No matter where I am, my heart won’t leave you."

"Really?" she whispered, unsure if she believed him.

Kevin met her gaze. "I wouldn’t lie to you. I just want you to live well."

Norah buried her face in his chest, tears threatening to spill. "When I woke up, everything felt different. I didn’t die... Maybe God took pity on me. But how long do I really have? Will I ever get to see my baby?"

"You will see your baby," Kevin said firmly.

"That’s all I want," Norah said, laughing through her tears. "I just want the people I love to be safe."

She lay awake for hours, lost in her thoughts. It wasn’t until nearly dawn that exhaustion finally took over and she fell asleep.

Kevin stayed with her until then. He couldn’t sleep at all.

Once she was in a deep sleep, he gently pried her hand from his waist and got up.

He pulled the blanket over her, making sure she was warm before leaving the room.

Outside, people were waiting for him.

"Lawyer Lepage called," someone informed him. "He said if you still want to find that girl, he might be able to help."

Kevin shook his head. "No. I already know the answer."

He cast one last glance at Norah’s door before walking away without another word.

—

Days passed.

Norah was restless. She was told she couldn’t leave until her recovery period was over, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the baby.

No matter how many times she asked, she got no updates. They wouldn’t even show her a picture.

Doubt crept in, but she refused to let herself assume the worst.

She finally decided—she had to see the baby, even if only from a distance.

Without telling the nurse, she followed the directions to the nursery.

She found a glass window where she could see inside.

The moment her eyes landed on the baby in the incubator, a warm, motherly smile spread across her face.

A nurse came out, checking on the routine rounds.

Norah couldn’t help herself. "Excuse me, nurse, where’s my baby? Can I see them? Just tell me which one, I’ll look from here."

The nurse glanced at her. "What’s your name?"

"Norah. Norah White," she answered quickly.

The nurse checked the records, then looked back at her. "There’s no record of your name here. Your child isn’t registered in this facility."