Ch. 412: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 412
Chapter 412
Baimo watched the scene unfold, his expression unreadable.
Without rushing forward, he picked up the charger in his hand.
Just then, his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, and his eyes turned cold.
He answered.
A gentle voice drifted through the speaker. "Brother, when are you coming back?"
"Not for a while." His tone was indifferent.
At that moment, the warm, patient man the children adored—the same one who had spoken so gently with Norah—seemed like an entirely different person.
Silence stretched on the other end of the call.
Then, after a moment, a hopeful voice said, "Brother, when you do come back, at least let me know in advance, or have someone tell me..."
"Hmm." Baimo’s response was short. "I have things to do. I’m hanging up."
Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call.
On the other end, the woman heard the abrupt disconnect and clenched the phone tightly, anger flashing in her eyes. He had hung up too fast.
It wasn’t enough for her.
After Ogura knocked the cheesecake from Norah’s hand, she stared at it for a moment. Then, without hesitation, she picked it up, dusting off the dirt.
"I’ve told you more than once, and yet you still can’t control your temper," she said, her voice laced with irritation.
Norah wasn’t the type to back down easily.
If Ogura kept pushing her, it would be impossible for them to work together.
"So what, I should be like you?" Ogura snapped, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Sure, Baimo is different. You two get along. You both speak the same language. Maybe you should stay and teach together. Great future ahead!"
His fists clenched, his eyes burning with hatred.
Norah hadn’t forgotten how he’d pushed her away to protect her, nor the determination in his eyes when his entire village had been slaughtered.
Hatred could consume a person.
But—
Some things required patience.
"Ogura, when you get to my age, you’ll understand that not everything can be rushed. Besides, Baimo hasn’t hurt you. He hasn’t confirmed any ties to Pharaoh. He wasn’t the one who wiped out your village." She held out the cheesecake to him again. "We’re already here. We can only move forward. Right now, we’re relying on others to survive. Shouldn’t we be a little more adaptable?"
Her voice was steady. "He’s keeping up appearances. If he wanted to poison us, he wouldn’t be so obvious about it. Eat. We need our strength."
Ogura hesitated.
Norah sighed. "Take it."
This time, she shoved the cheesecake into his hand before turning and walking away.
Outside, she surveyed the area. The school needed repairs. Weeds surrounded the buildings, needing to be cleared.
Baimo still hadn’t returned.
She had no way of knowing if he was connected to Pharaoh.
No one had ever seen Pharaoh’s real face.
But if Baimo was just a village teacher, it would be too simple.
A few minutes later, she heard footsteps approaching.
Baimo emerged, his usual gentle smile in place. "Sorry for the delay. Here’s the charger." He handed it to her. "I’ll be leaving soon. You’ll start teaching tomorrow—does that work for you?"
"That soon?" Norah hadn’t expected such urgency.
Baimo nodded.
"Alright."
She didn’t press the issue.
"There are extra cakes in my room," he added casually. "And some books. If you need anything, you can go in and grab them." He held out a key. "Here."
Norah took it without hesitation.
Baimo’s eyes flicked toward her wrist before he finally voiced his curiosity. "Your beads are beautiful."
Norah glanced down and instinctively touched them. Jace had given them to her. She smiled. "Thanks. Just a simple set of beads."
Baimo’s gaze darkened slightly. "Did you buy them?"
"A friend gave them to me," she replied.
His expression shifted subtly. "A man or a woman?"
"A man. Just a friend."
Baimo seemed lost in thought for a moment, his eyes lingering on the beads before he finally spoke again. "Get some rest. I’ll be going now."
"Goodbye." Norah nodded politely.
She didn’t realize that someone nearby had been watching the entire exchange.
A pair of eyes burned with jealousy.
Norah continued pulling weeds.
Suddenly, something flew toward her.
A rat.
"Ahh!" she yelped in disgust.
Laughter rang out.
"Hahaha!"
Her brows furrowed as she looked up sharply—