Ch. 577: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 577

Chapter 577

Kevin’s phone was unreachable again, and Norah was fuming. Just then, Bonnie called, and in a burst of frustration, Norah told her everything that had happened and what she planned to do.

Bonnie suggested they meet at a suburban bar just a few minutes away from Norah’s place.

Norah knew Bonnie picked the location because she hadn’t driven, so she walked there and waited a bit before they arrived.

“Mrs. Edwards, I heard you want to investigate someone,” Isaac said as he got out of the car, cutting straight to the point.

Norah nodded and handed him a photo of Maleah. “I heard her husband is a company manager. Find out where he works. She tried to kill me—so I’m going to destroy her family.”

Norah never started trouble. But if someone crossed her, she’d return it a thousandfold.

Isaac wasn’t the least bit surprised. After securing a private room for Norah and Bonnie, he left to make arrangements immediately.

Less than ten minutes later, Isaac returned with a printed document and handed it to Norah.

Maleah’s husband, Jamison Lalonde, was a purchasing manager at a hotel under the Edwards Group—a very profitable position. There was also a key detail: Jamison had a mistress named Maia, who was now pregnant and living in a suburban apartment to rest. The real kicker? Jamison’s own mother was there taking care of her.

“There’s always something detestable behind a so-called pitiful person,” Bonnie said, sighing.

Norah sneered. “You can pity her all you want. If she hadn’t schemed first, would I be doing this now?”

Then she turned to Isaac. “Mr. Laurin, I need a favor. I want Maleah to find out about Maia—but I can’t be directly involved.”

Isaac let out a hearty laugh, clearly entertained by the drama. Lowering his voice, he said, “Don’t worry, I’m the best at this kind of thing. Just wait. By tomorrow, you’ll have a great show to watch.”

Naturally, the sooner the revenge hit, the better—it’d be far more satisfying.

Late that night, the city was quiet, wrapped in sleep.

Kevin returned to his office from the conference room and sipped a bitter coffee to stay awake. Just then, his desk phone rang.

It was Pharaoh.

Kevin answered instantly, not daring to delay. “Father-in-law, is something wrong? It’s late…”

“Kevin,” Pharaoh said coldly, “tell me what’s going on with you. Do you even care about my daughter and grandson anymore? A while ago, someone bullied Cooper. And today? Norah was nearly abducted in the mountains. Did you know about that?”

Kevin was stunned. Norah was supposed to be shopping with the other parents—how did she nearly get kidnapped?

He immediately asked for details. As Pharaoh explained everything, Kevin’s expression turned grim.

“I’ve sent you the files on the people involved,” Pharaoh said. “This better never happen again. Or I swear, I’ll bring them back under my protection. And believe me, if that happens, you won’t see them easily again.”

Kevin knew his father-in-law was furious—and he had every right to be. Kevin made no excuses.

After making a few promises and ending the call, Kevin reviewed the email, then immediately called his secretary to rearrange his schedule. Without another word, he rushed home.

When he opened the door and saw Norah sipping coffee, he rushed over and pulled her into a tight hug.

Startled by the sudden embrace, Norah asked, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Let me hold you,” Kevin said softly. “You must’ve been terrified today. This is all my fault. I promised I’d be there for Cooper’s sports meet, but instead I ditched you for work. I’m sorry.”

The thought of what could’ve happened made Kevin’s heart pound in fear.

Norah could feel how shaken he was. Her earlier resentment melted away, replaced by forgiveness.

Wrapping her arms around him, she comforted him gently. “I’m fine. You know I can handle myself. No ordinary thug can take me down.”

“I was really scared, babe. I swear, I won’t leave you again—not even for work. No more.”

“Well, I’m okay now, aren’t I?”

She pouted a little and said playfully, “I’m hungry. I barely ate anything at that fancy banquet earlier. Everyone was too busy chatting and taking pictures. Since they didn’t eat, I didn’t either.”

Truth was, the food was great. But she wanted to distract Kevin and ease his guilt—what happened was over and done.

Kevin picked her up and carried her out. “Then let’s go. I’ll treat you to a big meal. Tell me what you want.”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Norah said, giggling into his chest.

When Kevin set her down, he gave her a deep, passionate kiss.

Later, at a spicy hotpot restaurant, Kevin stared at the flaming dish with a forced smile. He was willing to go to war for her, but this was a different kind of battle.

Norah teased him. “If you can’t handle it, we can get something else.”

“Nope. This is fine.”

He held firm, picked up a slice of beef, and took a bite—instantly turning red.

“Not bad, huh? Try this Maoxuewang,” Norah said, dropping a piece into his bowl. “Come on, babe, don’t tell me you’re going to disrespect me.”

Kevin braced himself and popped the piece into his mouth. It was like swallowing a fireball.

And then she kept piling more into his bowl—fireball after fireball—until he finally raised his hands in surrender.

“I give up! Let’s go eat something else.”

“Okay, ice cream it is.”

Kevin groaned. But as he took a breath, something hit him.

After downing a huge glass of water, he leaned over and cupped Norah’s face. “I really messed up. I ignored your calls, I dragged you to that sports meet even though I knew you hated it. I screwed up, and I hurt you. I’m sorry, baby.”

Norah was still holding onto her grievances. She kept telling herself to move on—but the more she thought about it, the more upset she felt.

She knew Kevin had rushed back the moment he realized what happened, and he truly regretted it.

So, yeah—she chose hotpot on purpose. She wanted to watch him suffer just a little.

Kevin understood that. But there was no way he could eat any more spicy food, so he surrendered to her second option: ice cream.

Even if it meant diarrhea later, ice cream was better than lava in a bowl.

After finishing a giant bowl of ice cream, Kevin drove straight to the hospital without Norah needing to ask.

As soon as they arrived, a waiting doctor saw Kevin and rushed him into the emergency room.

“Mrs. Edwards, are you trying to kill him?” the doctor scolded. “If anything happens, it’s on you. You’re really playing with fire!”

A nurse ran over from the emergency room. “Dr. Cody, Mr. Edwards said it wasn’t Madam’s fault—he insisted on eating the spicy and cold food himself.”

Dr. Cody sighed. “This isn’t how you pamper your wife, Kevin. But I guess there’s no helping the two of you.”