Ch. 455: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 455

Chapter 455

Kevin was silent for a moment before finally answering in a quiet, almost absentminded voice. "Norah is my wife."

There was no declaration of ownership in his tone—just a simple, undeniable truth.

Steven had lost his memory, but somehow, he still remembered Norah. Kevin had already considered the worst-case scenario: if he didn’t make it, he would have urged Steven to take care of Norah. But the thought of it twisted something deep inside him.

Because Kevin loved Norah. And he couldn’t bear the thought of pushing her toward someone else.

Steven didn’t respond. His mind raced with fleeting fragments, images flashing too quickly for him to grasp. He had no real memory of Norah.

And now, standing before Kevin, he realized he didn’t remember him either.

Kevin’s words left Steven momentarily lost. He was in love with someone—someone who was already married. But what stunned him even more was Kevin’s lack of hostility. Kevin hadn’t attacked him, hadn’t tried to push him away. That alone was unbelievable.

“I know you’re confused,” Kevin said, his voice steady. “But you don’t need to overthink it. You and Norah knew each other long before I came into the picture. You were her friend.”

Kevin had been cautious when he first saw Steven with Norah. He had even asked Kian to investigate him, once suspecting he might be Anthony.

Steven took a deep breath. “Where is Norah?”

His memories were full of gaps, and he didn’t dwell on the details of the past. Some things, he felt, had already been decided by fate. But one thing remained—her name. The only name he could recall.

He needed to see her.

Kevin’s expression remained unreadable. “You were just rescued, and Norah... she’s been captured. Focus on healing. Once she’s free, I’ll make sure you see her.”

With that, Kevin made his decision.

Steven didn’t argue. Right now, he had no choice but to accept the situation as it was.

Meanwhile, Jace was making his way to the Yi tribe as fast as possible. But before he could reach his destination, something went wrong.

Pharaoh’s men ambushed him, surrounding him in an instant.

And then, Jace saw him.

Calvin.

A cold smirk played at the corner of Calvin’s lips. “Jace, I have to admit, I admire your guts.”

Jace had risked everything to escape. And now, here he was, walking straight back into the lion’s den.

“I don’t have time for your games, Calvin,” Jace said, his voice tight with frustration. He hadn’t told anyone about his return—only Kevin. And yet, Calvin had been waiting for him.

That meant someone had betrayed him.

Jace clenched his jaw. It couldn’t have been Kevin. Kevin would never sell him out. And there was no one else close enough to him to have done it.

Calvin saw the suspicion flicker in Jace’s eyes and let out a low chuckle. Then, without hesitation, he raised his pistol and fired two shots into Jace’s knees.

Pain shot through Jace’s body, forcing him to the ground. But he gritted his teeth, refusing to make a sound.

Calvin signaled to his men. “Take him.”

Jace was dragged away.

At the same time, on Baimo’s side...

Baimo approached Norah, holding out a phone. “Aren’t you going to call Kevin?”

Norah eyed the phone but didn’t reach for it. She knew exactly what Baimo was trying to do. This wasn’t kindness—he just wanted to use her to provoke Kevin.

Instead of answering, she turned her gaze away, refusing to engage.

Baimo wasn’t deterred. He stepped in front of her again. “What’s wrong? You two were so devoted before. I’m giving you a chance to talk to him—don’t you want it?”

Norah let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Are you sure this is a ‘chance’?”

Her voice was cold, unreadable.

Baimo smiled but didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled out a chair and sat across from her. “Back then, you were searching for someone—Steven, Karina, Kevin. You were so determined. And now? You don’t even want Kevin anymore?”

His words dripped with mockery.

Norah met his gaze without flinching. “Whether I want Kevin or not is none of your business. You’ve dug into my past, you know everything about me. And once, you promised to let me go.” Her voice was steady, but her frustration was clear.

Of course, she wanted to leave. She had no intention of staying in this hellhole any longer than necessary.

Baimo studied her, his expression unreadable. His memories of his mother were distant and faded. He couldn’t say for certain whether Norah resembled her. He had no photos of his mother—or his father, for that matter. His father had always worn a mask, keeping his face hidden.

A DNA test had already ruled out a connection. And yet, there was still one thing that nagged at him—the string of emerald green beads Norah carried.

She had said Jace gave them to her.

Journi had been here before. She had interacted with Jace, but Baimo had no idea what had transpired between them.

So why had Jace given Norah those beads?

Or worse... had the test results been tampered with?

His eyes darkened at the thought.

“Joker,” Baimo called sharply.

The clown appeared almost instantly, already understanding what Baimo wanted.

Without hesitation, he moved toward Norah, intending to catch her off guard. But Norah saw it coming. Her expression turned icy. “You’re drawing my blood for another test, aren’t you?”

Baimo’s sudden insistence made it obvious.

She had already undergone one test. And now, they wanted another? Norah had no intention of going along with it. “It won’t change anything,” she said flatly. “Some things are better left to fate.”

The first time, she had fought against it, unwilling to accept the idea. When the results had come back negative, she had felt relieved. She had thought it was over.

But now, Baimo was determined to do it all over again.

She wouldn’t let it happen.

Baimo’s brows furrowed. He stared at her, not saying a word. He couldn’t deny that she was sharp—but she hadn’t considered one crucial detail.

“Don’t you find it odd that Jace gave you those beads?” he asked.

Norah’s heart clenched.

Odd?

She had wondered the same thing. When Jace had handed her the beads, calling her Julie, she had felt an unsettling sense of familiarity. But Jace had insisted. He had been determined to give them to her, and she hadn’t refused.

And ever since she had worn them… her nightmares had stopped. The heavy, restless feeling in her chest had disappeared.

She stared at the emerald green beads in her hand, lost in thought.

Could there be more to them than she realized?

But she wasn’t about to admit anything to Baimo.

Once, she had hoped to use him to get close to Pharaoh. Now, she didn’t know where he stood. Friend or enemy, she couldn’t afford to trust him too much.

“A bracelet is just a bracelet,” she said coolly. “I’m tired. If you want answers, go find Jace and ask him yourself.”

She turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.

Baimo’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “You and Kevin don’t even know where Jace is. Where exactly do you expect me to find him?”

Norah met his gaze, her eyes sharp. “Then why bother asking me?”