Ch. 395: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 395

Chapter 395

A sharp, bitter laugh escaped Norah’s lips. "Is this what I wanted?" she murmured, her voice laced with pain.

Kian remained silent.

He had watched Kevin and Norah’s relationship unfold over the years. He had seen Norah pour her heart out for Kevin. And yet, why hadn’t Kevin ever truly given her the love she deserved?

At this moment, Kian had no answer.

Norah’s expression twisted as her emotions surged. She smiled—a hollow, self-deprecating smile that grew more forced by the second. "This isn’t what I wanted at all!"

Her voice shook with frustration, her pain raw and exposed.

Kian stood frozen.

Mr. Edwards had given Norah everything. And yet, she still said this wasn’t what she wanted.

Then what did she want?

Wasn’t this Kevin’s way of showing love?

But Kian didn’t understand. What Norah truly wanted wasn’t Kevin’s wealth or sacrifices—it was him. His presence. She wanted him by her side, facing life’s struggles together, not walking away every time things got hard.

Karina’s heart ached as she watched Norah break down. Gently, she picked up a tissue from the bedside table and dabbed away the tears pooling in Norah’s eyes. "Norah, you’re still recovering. You can’t cry or get too worked up. It’ll hurt your body."

Kian shifted uncomfortably.

But this was Kevin’s decision. He had chosen this path.

And Kevin never explained himself—not to Kian, not to anyone.

Yet Kian had been by his side long enough to understand. Whatever Kevin was doing now, it was dangerous. So dangerous that he refused to let Norah be a part of it.

Kian swallowed hard, his voice slightly hoarse as he set the documents down on the bedside table. "Madam, Mr. Edwards gave these instructions. I’m just following orders. Please… just accept them."

Even saying this felt wrong.

Kian hesitated before placing a second document beside the first—the divorce certificate.

Before he could say more, Norah’s bloodshot eyes snapped up to meet his. "What about Jace?"

Kevin had been gone for days.

And now, out of nowhere, a marriage certificate was waiting for her? None of this felt normal. She needed answers.

Kian’s lips parted slowly. "Madam, Jace has been in contact with Mr. Edwards. Nothing to worry about. For now, I’m just handling the company’s affairs as instructed."

Norah didn’t respond. Her sharp gaze remained locked on Kian, her silence pressing down on him like a weight.

Kian felt uneasy under her stare. "Madam, I swear—I don’t know anything more. Before he left, Mr. Edwards only told me what needed to be done. He didn’t tell me where he was going. Please, just focus on resting. If you need anything, call me. I’ll be nearby."

With that, Kian turned toward the door. But as he reached it, he paused. His chest tightened, and he blinked hard to push back the burning in his eyes.

Norah hadn’t even looked at the documents.

Money, status—none of it mattered to her.

What she cared about was him.

Kevin.

Norah clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. A wave of frustration threatened to consume her, but she forced herself to stay composed.

Losing control wouldn’t change anything. Kevin had already made his choice.

No matter how she reacted, he had already cut himself out of her life.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Kian unexpectedly turned back.

Karina, already irritated, was about to snap at him when he spoke first. "Madam, please take care of yourself. Your health is what matters most right now."

Karina’s tone turned firm. "With me here, she’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to her."

Kian nodded, then finally left.

For a while, neither Norah nor Karina spoke. The silence in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating.

Karina studied Norah’s face. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something unsettling about her stillness. Worry crept into Karina’s voice. "Norah, say something. You’re scaring me."

"I’m fine," Norah muttered, her voice hoarse but steady.

Even though she was in pain, she refused to fall apart. That had never been her way.

Karina hesitated. "Do you want to go outside for a bit? Or I could call some friends over?" She offered gently.

Norah shook her head. She turned to face Karina, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want to see anyone right now."

Karina sighed. "Then rest for a while."

She moved to the small sofa in the room, debating whether to step outside. But in the end, she stayed. She knew Norah too well—if left alone, Norah might do something reckless.

And Karina couldn’t let that happen.

She waited. Five long hours passed before Norah finally sat up.

By then, night had fallen.

Norah’s voice broke the silence. "I’m a little hungry."

It wasn’t much, but Karina exhaled in relief. At least she was talking again.

Karina pulled out the insulated meal box and started unpacking the food. As she did, Norah spoke again—this time, her voice steady, filled with quiet determination.

"Karina, I’m going to the Yi Tribe. And I know what you’re going to say, but I’ve already made up my mind. I want to learn self-defense from you. Will you teach me?"

Karina stiffened, her grip tightening on the utensils.

Norah’s poisoning was tied to the Yi Tribe. Steven’s disappearance was connected to them. And now, Kevin had gone there, too.

This had all started because of her.

How could she just sit here and let others fight her battles?

Karina studied Norah’s expression. She already knew—once Norah made up her mind, there was no changing it.

If she refused to help, Norah would just find someone else.

Karina sighed in defeat. "First, finish your recovery. Once your body is strong again, I’ll teach you everything you need to know."

Norah nodded. "Okay."

The days that followed were different.

She took her medicine without complaint. Ate every meal. Slept on time.

But beyond that, she studied.

She started researching the Yi Tribe—their culture, their politics, their land. She learned their beliefs, their customs.

She even began folding stars and paper cranes, a small act of faith in something bigger than herself.

Karina noticed but said nothing. She understood. And she respected it.

When the day finally arrived—when Norah’s confinement ended—her friends gathered to see her.

Nellie, Sasha, Gloria. Even Kian showed up, carrying two massive bouquets of roses—one red, one pink. Her favorites. There was no need to ask who had sent them.

Kevin hadn’t reached out once during all this time. No calls. No messages. Nothing.

And there was still no news of Steven.

Norah turned to Kian, her gaze sharp. "Did Kevin contact you? Or did he plan all of this before he left?"

Karina stood behind her, watching Kian closely.

She wanted to believe Kevin had reached out. But deep down, she already knew the answer.