Ch. 499: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 499

Chapter 499

Norah pushed Kevin away, her voice trembling but firm. "Do what you have to do. Just make sure my child doesn’t die. That’s all I care about."

Kevin’s heart sank. "You don’t want me anymore?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn’t bear to hear her answer. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of desperation and sorrow. The redness under his eyes deepened, and a mist of unshed tears blurred his vision.

He had known this moment would come. After disappearing for five years and suddenly reappearing in her life, he expected her anger, her blame. But he had no choice. He couldn’t face her as a broken man, a shadow of who he once was.

Norah’s throat tightened as she looked at him. The scar on his forehead was stark, a reminder of the pain he’d endured. She noticed the streaks of gray in his hair, and her heart ached unbearably. Reaching out, she gently touched his face. "You have your responsibilities, your position. You never had a choice. I can’t stop you, and I can’t help you. All I want now is my child."

Her words cut deeper than any knife. She wasn’t yelling or blaming him. She was resigned, and that hurt more than anything. All she wanted was to return to Cooper, to make up for the five years she’d missed as his mother.

Kevin’s chest tightened, a sharp pain radiating through him. He would’ve preferred her anger, her screams, even her hatred. But her understanding? It was unbearable. He opened his mouth to speak, but a metallic taste filled his throat. He swallowed hard, forcing it down.

"Eat something first," he said hoarsely, placing a bowl of porridge on the bedside table. "I’ll be back soon." He stood abruptly and walked out of the room, his steps quick and unsteady.

The moment he crossed the threshold, he couldn’t hold back any longer. A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips, staining the floor.

"Three pills, sir," a man said, appearing swiftly at his side. He handed Kevin a small white bottle. Kevin took the medication, leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

"The president has already sent more people. Why don’t you go back?" the man urged. The president was determined to have Kevin inherit his position, and Kevin’s defiance was not something he would tolerate.

Kevin’s eyes hardened. "I’m not leaving." He couldn’t abandon Norah again. If he walked away now, she’d never forgive him. He’d lose her forever.

"Keep an eye on her," Kevin ordered.

"Yes, sir," the man replied, watching as Kevin walked away.

Kevin had been found by the president years ago, pulled back from the brink of death. The man had been assigned to protect and care for Kevin ever since. He’d watched over him for more than three years as Kevin fought to recover from his injuries—multiple fractures, severe burns, and over a hundred surgeries. He’d heard Kevin cry out Norah’s name in pain countless times. He knew the depth of Kevin’s suffering.

Hesitating for a moment, the man pushed open the door to Norah’s room.

Norah turned, expecting to see Kevin. Instead, she found a stranger. Her guard went up immediately.

"Don’t be afraid," the man said quickly, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "I’m not here to hurt you. I’m Young Master’s personal guard—think of me as his bodyguard."

Norah frowned, silent but wary.

The man continued, "I came to tell you something." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Young Master was rescued by the president. He was in a coma for over three years. The bullet was dangerously close to his heart, and his body was shattered. He had no skin left untouched. He’s undergone more than a hundred surgeries and years of rehabilitation. Every time he was in pain, he called out your name. He cares deeply for you. Now, he’s going against the president for you, and the president won’t tolerate it. He’s sent people to—"

"Xieyu!" Kevin’s voice roared from the hallway, cutting the man off.

The guard snapped to attention, standing rigidly as Kevin stormed into the room.

"Get out," Kevin barked.

The man bowed and left without another word.

Norah and Kevin stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words. Finally, they both spoke at the same time.

"You—"

"You go first."

They fell silent again, the tension palpable. After a moment, Norah spoke, her voice low but steady. "I know you’re doing what you think is right. You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want to put me in danger. But Kevin, do you think you can just send our child to me and then go off to die? Is that your plan?"

Her piercing gaze burned into him, demanding an answer.

Kevin’s throat tightened. He wanted to explain, to tell her everything, but the words wouldn’t come. To Norah, his silence was confirmation.

She let out a bitter laugh. "You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you? But you’re missing one thing: life doesn’t always go according to plan."

She took a deep breath, her voice softening. "I don’t want you to think like that anymore. If you can’t have both, I want you to survive. That’s all I ask."

As long as Kevin lived, she could accept whatever came next—even if it meant he had another life, another family.

Kevin shook his head, his voice firm. "Norah, that’s not an option. I won’t marry someone else or have children with anyone but you. I want our family—the three of us—to be together."

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Norah felt the steady beat of his heart and breathed in the familiar scent of him. This was the real Kevin, the man she’d loved and lost. And now, against all odds, he was here.