Ch. 432: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 432

Chapter 432

Once Baimo was gone, Norah walked over to his desk. A few calligraphy pieces lay there, written with a brush.

There were also some foreign books.

She flipped through a few pages, and a bookmark slipped out from one of them.

At first glance, it seemed ordinary—but the pattern on it looked oddly familiar.

She frowned, trying to place it. Then it hit her. When she and Karina were being hunted down, the people chasing them had this exact symbol on their clothes.

Norah's heart pounded. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

That symbol had to mean something.

Could Baimo really be connected to Pharaoh?

“The noodles are ready.”

Baimo approached, carrying two bowls of clear broth. “Come eat.”

Norah quickly tucked the bookmark into her sleeve before looking up. “Okay.”

They sat across from each other. The meal was simple—just plain noodles with an egg.

It looked light but comforting.

“I didn’t have much to make it fancy. Hope you don’t mind,” Baimo said gently.

Norah picked up her chopsticks and stirred the noodles, but her gaze stayed on Baimo.

He ate with quiet focus, but when he noticed her watching, he set down his chopsticks. “Did you find something?”

He knew she had gone through his things.

He probably also knew why she was here.

And yet, he didn’t call her out on it.

Norah didn’t bother pretending. She pulled the bookmark from her sleeve and placed it on the table.

“I’ve seen this symbol before. The people who attacked me last time had it on their clothes. You really are connected to Pharaoh, aren’t you?”

Baimo didn’t seem fazed. “It’s just a pattern.”

“You expect me to believe that’s a coincidence?” Norah shot back. “And since you knew I’d search your things, you must have left this bookmark for me to find. Why? What are you trying to do? Are you on my side or not?”

She wasn’t sure anymore.

She wanted to believe in him, but doubt gnawed at her.

Baimo’s lips curved slightly. “Maybe I should be asking you that.”

Norah stiffened. “I’m the one asking questions right now. Did you go see the person who tried to kill me yesterday?”

Baimo didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

Norah’s pulse quickened. “Why?”

“Because she’s my sister.”

Norah’s breath caught. “Your sister? Why would she want me dead? I don’t even know her!”

She had never crossed paths with Baimo’s sister before. Why would she want to kill her?

This made no sense.

Baimo shook his head, his expression unreadable. “That’s not entirely accurate. Honestly, I don’t even know if she’s really my sister.”

Norah blinked. “What do you mean? Either she is or she isn’t.”

Baimo leaned back, his posture calm but his eyes sharp. He wasn’t treating her like an outsider.

“My sister disappeared when she was little. She only came back recently—already grown. She was about this tall then.” He gestured. “And now she’s an adult. How am I supposed to be sure? She’s... not how I imagined she’d be.”

Norah frowned. “People change. Maybe she went through something that made her different.”

Baimo exhaled a short laugh. “That’s true. I don’t know why I’m doubting her. But the sister I remember used to cry if she saw a bug get squashed. She wasn’t someone who’d go around trying to kill people.”

His tone darkened slightly. “And there’s something else that’s been bothering me—about you, Norah.”

Norah tensed. “What?”

Baimo’s gaze dropped to her wrist.

“That bracelet—you said a man gave it to you. But do you know what it really is? It belonged to my mother. And it should have been on my sister’s wrist.”