Ch. 573: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 573

Chapter 573

Norah agreed to join the sports meet, walking straight into Kevin’s trap.

Kevin gave a slight smile, stepped closer, and said calmly, “Then go upstairs and change your clothes, Norah. I’ll call Cooper. Once we’re ready, we’ll head out.”

“Go where?” Norah asked, confused.

Kevin gently tapped her nose. “To the sports meet.”

Wait—was the school’s sports day today?

Still filled with doubt, Norah headed upstairs to change. By the time she came back down, Kevin and Cooper were already waiting in the car.

The whole ride there, Norah couldn’t shake the feeling that Kevin had set her up—and dammit, she’d willingly walked right into it with no way out.

She kept sighing. She’d let her guard down and fallen for Kevin’s bait.

The school gate was packed with cars. Kevin couldn’t find a parking spot, so he told them to head in first and that he’d join them after parking.

Norah walked Cooper to the stadium. Seeing the joyful kids and the sunburned, squinting parents, she couldn’t understand why anyone thought a sports meet needed to involve parents. Activities were fine, but why drag the adults into it?

School was for the kids. Why were parents getting roped in?

She grew even more annoyed watching some parents chat with the teachers, raving about how meaningful the event was. It was so fake.

What was so meaningful about it?

Why did she have to be all covered up in the heat, while other people got to show off?

“You’re... Cooper’s aunt, right?”

The same mother who had just praised the event walked up, giving Norah a judgmental once-over. “I heard Cooper’s dad is a businessman, but I don’t buy it. No way a real aunt-for-hire would dress like that.”

“So how do you think I should dress? Like you?” Norah snapped.

She was already itching to vent her frustration. This woman just walked straight into her crosshairs. It would’ve been wrong not to fire.

The woman realized she was being insulted and jabbed her finger toward a girl standing near the teacher. “That’s my daughter. Ask your boss whose kid she is.”

Norah looked at the braided girl and replied with a smirk, “No need to ask. That’s your daughter, right?”

A few nearby parents chuckled, but one glare from the woman shut them up fast.

With a dramatic flick of her hair, she pinched Norah’s sleeve with her perfectly manicured fingers, then looked disgusted and walked away, resuming her flattery of the teacher.

Norah figured this woman just wanted attention and brushed it off. She told Cooper to check in with the teacher and get info about the lunch arrangements.

The main reason she agreed to come was to prove her cooking skills to Kevin.

Just then, another parent leaned over and whispered, “That’s Maleah Lalonde, head of the Parents’ Committee. I heard her husband’s some big-shot manager. Looks like you offended her. You’d better be careful.”

“Why should I be afraid of her?” Norah smiled. “Her husband’s a manager, not the principal. What can she do to me?”

“Well… a lot, actually. She’s the president. She decides what food we moms cook. Whatever she says, we have to make.”

Norah blinked. She hadn’t realized the chair of the PTA had that much power. If she had, she would’ve run for the position herself.

She could’ve been the one standing in the shade, giving orders instead of getting them.

She should’ve done her homework first. She acted too fast.

Just as Norah was kicking herself, Maleah showed up again and shoved a note practically in her face.

Norah, annoyed, snapped, “If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”

Maleah giggled softly. “Just bringing you the rules. On the back is the dish you’re responsible for at lunch. Make sure it’s something everyone likes. If no one eats your food… well, your son’s sports scores today will mysteriously disappear.”

“My son has nothing to do with my cooking. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with me. Leave him out of it.”

Just because Norah didn’t want to join the sports day didn’t mean Cooper didn’t.

But what if no one did eat her food? Would Cooper suffer because of it?

Norah frowned. The school wouldn’t enforce something so ridiculous. This was clearly Maleah abusing her position.

Still, she figured she’d just do her best. Maleah hadn’t said she had to personally cook. If it came down to it, she’d just order takeout from a hotel.

Norah took the paper and flipped it over.

A full Manchu-Han banquet.

Her eyes nearly popped out. Her jaw almost dropped.

“You’re kidding me,” she muttered.

Maleah eyed her smugly. “What, can’t handle it? You’re just an aunt, right? You should be used to this sort of thing. I never cook. I doubt the other moms do either. We’re counting on you.”

Norah grinned. “Oh, no trouble at all. Solving problems is what I do best. Relax, Madam President.”

“You—” Maleah huffed. “You love to talk nonsense. Fine. I’ll let you off for now.” She walked away and didn’t bother Norah again.

The sports meet officially began after a long series of ceremonies and the principal’s speech.

Kevin still hadn’t shown up. Norah kept glancing at the entrance, debating whether she should just ditch the whole thing.

She didn’t care about any sports meet.

Cooper caught her drifting thoughts and quietly made a funny face at her, trying not to be spotted by the teacher.

He didn’t seem to mind at all and gave Norah a big smile.

Once the teacher handed out the competition list, the kids went back to their parents to prep for their events.

Even though Norah had told him not to sign up, Cooper ended up with the most events of anyone.

No doubt, Maleah’s handiwork.

Norah looked over and caught Maleah’s smug stare. She narrowed her eyes and shot back a deadly glare.

“Next up is the boys’ 50-meter dash. If your name is called, head to your teacher and get ready,” the loudspeaker blared.

Norah nudged Cooper. “Take it easy, okay? It’s not about winning. Just have fun.”

Cooper nodded and asked in a quiet voice, “Mom, if I lose… do we get to go home early?”

“No,” Norah said stubbornly. “I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

But honestly, she hoped that was the rule. Then she could escape to some AC instead of baking under the sun.

Cooper grinned. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll win for sure.”

Norah wasn’t sure if he was trying to be sweet or just messing with her.

The kids all reported to their teachers and started heading to the starting line. Cooper was last in line, and Norah noticed the starting equipment looked off.

She tried to call out and warn him to stand properly, but just then, the starting gun fired—and the race began.