Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 952

Chapter 952

They couldn’t afford to waste time. If they didn’t find Emberly Croteau soon, things could spiral—fast. So they split up, scouring every corner of the nursing home.

“Emberly Croteau!” Rhea called, her voice echoing across the grounds.

A faint sob reached her ears, muffled by a wall or door. The nursing home housed all kinds of patients—those with mental health issues, personality disorders, epilepsy—most too scared or stubborn to seek hospital care. The thought chilled her. Anyone in here could be unpredictable.

Still, she pressed forward, voice calm but steady. “Emberly? Is that you?”

Just as she neared the sound, a foot shot out from behind a corner, aiming to trip her. But this wasn’t a drama series—this was real life in broad daylight, and Rhea saw it coming. She halted and said coolly, “Alright, Emberly. I know it’s you. Come out.”

A groan followed. “Ugh, so annoying!” Emberly stepped into view, rubbing her tear-streaked eyes. Her glare burned with rage and hurt, but her face—still soft with youth—made her look more petulant than dangerous.

Rhea softened her tone. “Why’re you hiding? Everyone’s looking for you. They’re worried sick.”