Ch. 393: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 393

Chapter 393

She clutched the box tightly and broke into uncontrollable sobs.

She had never felt such unbearable sorrow. But there was nothing she could do. She had exchanged her life for another.

She survived, but her child didn't. The pain was too much to bear.

Kevin approached, his expression solemn as he watched her fall apart. The outcome was irreversible, and all he could do was try to console her. He gently picked her up and said, "You can still have another child. Please, don’t lose hope."

But Norah was inconsolable. The pain was suffocating.

She had anticipated his arrival with so much hope, yet now, all she felt was devastation.

It was worse than death.

Seeing Kevin only made it worse. She shoved him away forcefully. "Get out! What have you done? What have you done? Another child? Is that all you have to say? Do you even care? Do you even have a heart? Did you ever love him at all?"

Kevin pressed his lips together and said nothing. Instead, he reached out to wipe away her tears.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Norah jerked away. "You have no right to touch me!"

His hand hung in the air, hesitation flickering in his eyes.

Norah saw it. He was always hesitant with her, never firm in his love.

He had never truly fought for her.

She was never his first choice.

Norah locked eyes with him. "You have the freedom to love anyone now, because love for you is just a tool to maintain your position. But did you ever choose me? Stand by me no matter what? No. Even now, after our child is gone, you feel nothing!"

She had once understood him.

He was busy with responsibilities, always putting others first.

Even when she was pregnant, she barely saw him.

But now, she saw things differently.

Every time, he had chosen to let her go.

"You're right," Kevin admitted, his voice cold. "I don’t love him as much as you think. And if you hate me, so be it. Maybe now you finally see me for who I really am. I never expected this child the way you did."

Norah stared at him, stunned.

How could he say that?

His indifference was a knife to her heart.

Fury surged through her, and she slapped him hard across the face.

A loud crack echoed in the air.

Kevin didn’t dodge. He took the slap, his head turning slightly from the impact.

A bright red mark bloomed on his cheek.

Just then, others rushed in, witnessing the scene.

They saw Norah hit Kevin and exchanged shocked glances.

"How could you say something like that?" Norah’s voice broke with grief. "You act so surprised when a child is born wrong. Was it all just an act? Pretending to love him? Just like you pretended to love me?"

Kevin looked back at her, his expression unreadable. "You can doubt everything else, but my love for you was real."

Norah let out a bitter laugh. "What good is love if it changes nothing? Can it bring my child back? Can you promise to protect me for the rest of my life?"

Deep down, maybe a small part of her still clung to hope.

But she knew better.

Kevin had never been able to give her that.

And she couldn’t keep waiting for something that would never come.

Everything felt so empty now.

No more illusions.

Norah didn’t wait for his answer. She stood up, her hands covered in dirt, her tear-streaked face smeared with mud.

She was a mess.

But as she rose to her feet, her body gave out, and she collapsed.

Kevin caught her before she hit the ground. For the first time, she was silent, but even in unconsciousness, tears slipped from her closed eyes.

Kevin gazed at her, gently wiping them away.

"Captain Edwards."

The others stood waiting.

Kevin held Norah close. "Take care of things here."

Karina’s face darkened. "Is that all?"

She was heartbroken, too.

Kevin sighed. "If not this way, she would have chosen death. As long as she’s alive, there’s hope. Even if this child is gone, she has to live."

To Kevin, Norah’s life mattered more than anything.

Even if she hated him for it, he could accept that.

Karina fell silent. Norah’s grief was unbearable to witness.

"The rest is up to you," Kevin told her. "You remember everything I instructed, right?"

Karina straightened. "I do. I won’t let you down."

"Good." Kevin nodded and carried Norah away.

He laid her on the bed, took a towel, and carefully wiped her face and hands. He cleaned the dirt from her nails, tending to her as if she were the most fragile thing in the world.

Seeing her hands scratched and bruised made his heart ache.

He repeated the process over and over, changing the water several times, his patience never wavering.

His gaze lingered on her face, memorizing every detail.

He sat there for hours, just watching her.

Because he knew—

When she woke up, she would never forgive him.

She would hate him. She wouldn’t want to see him.

And if that was the case, then he would just watch over her now, while she was still unaware.

By the time the sun set, Kevin finally stood.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Then he left.

No words were spoken, but outside, a group of people was already waiting.

As soon as Kevin stepped out, they all prepared to leave.

He didn’t hesitate. He walked forward with purpose.

Karina watched them go, a deep sense of unease settling in her chest. She rushed after him. "Captain Edwards!"

Kevin turned.

"Take care of Norah," she said. She knew those were Norah’s words, too.

He gave a small nod.

And then they left.

Several black vehicles pulled away, disappearing into the night.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Even in a hospital, a place usually filled with noise and movement, there was only an overwhelming emptiness.

Like the end of a song that leaves nothing but sorrow behind.

That’s how Karina felt.

She had finally found a sense of belonging.

And now, once again, everything was falling apart.

But she still had a purpose.

For Norah.

For the people she cared about.

She would complete her mission.

...

Three days later.

Norah woke up.

She stared at the ceiling, her eyes blank and unfocused.

Karina had been waiting anxiously. When she saw Norah stir, she let out a breath of relief. "Norah! You're awake! You've been unconscious for three days."

Norah’s voice was hoarse. "Why am I still alive?"

She thought she would die this time.

She thought she would follow her child.

Why was she still here?

Karina gripped her hand. "You’re not going to die. You can’t."

Norah turned her head to look at her. "Why not?"

Karina bit her lip, avoiding her gaze. She got up, trying to change the subject. "You must be hungry. I have your food ready, still warm. Come on, sit up and eat."

Norah sat up slowly. "Why am I still here, Karina? Tell me."

Karina hesitated, struggling for words.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.