Ch. 466: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 466

Chapter 466

Kevin loomed over Bianca, his towering height of one meter nine casting a shadow as heavy as a mountain. The icy darkness in his eyes was unrelenting, making him seem like a king standing above all, untouchable and commanding.

Bianca stared at him, feeling an unfamiliar distance between them. Even in the past, when Kevin had been cold and detached, it had never felt like this. He knew about the events that had unfolded, and there was no point in pretending otherwise. His indifference toward her had grown more palpable with each passing moment, and now, Bianca had reached her limit.

"Does it even matter if it’s me or not anymore? Kevin, you’re warm-hearted, but let’s be honest—what’s the difference between you and Norah? Do I really need to spell it out for you?" Bianca’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

Kevin remained silent, but the sharpness in his gaze intensified. Someone had inflicted a harsh punishment on Bianca, and Kevin watched it unfold without a flicker of emotion. The divide between him and Norah didn’t need Bianca’s words to highlight—it was already clear.

Norah was here.

Jace led her forward, his grip firm as they pressed on. Norah was weak, her body trembling, and despite the nausea churning in her stomach, she forced herself to keep moving. She didn’t know how far they’d gone, but her strength was fading fast. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer and vomited violently.

Seeing her like this, Jace’s worry deepened. "Norah, we still have a long way to go to reach Kevin. You have to stay strong. If we don’t keep moving, Calvin’s men will catch up to us!" His only thought was Norah’s safety.

Norah knew this, but the weight of her past with Pharaoh crushed her. The memories of the experiments, the lives lost, and the fact that she was Pharaoh’s own daughter—it was all too much. Who had subjected her to those horrors in the slave camp? Her mind was a whirlwind of chaos.

Leaning against a tree, she gasped for air. "Jace, if I can’t keep going, leave me behind. You don’t have to—"

"Leave you? Do you really think that’s an option?" Jace grabbed her hand, his expression resolute. If he could abandon her, he wouldn’t have risked his life to save her when she was poisoned. He wouldn’t have followed her into the Yi tribe, a place he never wanted to return to.

Norah gave a weak, bitter smile. "Pharaoh won’t let me die, and neither will Calvin. But you, Jace, you’re different. I don’t want you to die because of me."

Jace gripped her shoulders tightly. "Norah, back in the slave camp, you were the one who kept me and Karina going. You protected us. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here today. You can’t give up now, do you hear me? Don’t you still want to see Kevin?"

Norah was exhausted. She fought to keep her eyes open, but her eyelids grew heavier by the second. She feared she wouldn’t last much longer. If Jace left her, he could move faster. But if he stayed…

Her voice was faint, her smile pale. "Jace, I came here to help people. I don’t want to be a burden. If I survive, we’ll meet again. If not… well, that’s just how it is."

Jace’s heart sank as her voice faded. He shook her desperately. "Norah, stay awake! I know Calvin did something to you, but you have to fight this. Survive, please! I’m here with you—I’m your best chance. You’ll make it through this!"

Tears welled in his eyes as he shouted, but Norah’s eyes had already closed. She didn’t respond.

"Damn it!" Jace gritted his teeth, his anger boiling over. Calvin’s face flashed in his mind, filling him with disgust. He wanted to tear the man apart. Calvin had caused so much suffering, ruling the Yi tribe with an iron fist, turning his own daughter into a pawn of Pharaoh. And now, even after all this, he still wouldn’t let Norah go.

If it weren’t for Calvin’s experiments and the poison he’d forced into Norah, she wouldn’t be in this state. At that moment, Jace’s only thought was to make Calvin pay—to destroy him piece by piece.

But survival came first. He could die, but Norah had to live. He hoisted her onto his back and ran, refusing to stop.

Calvin had escaped, but not without injury. Owen, after ensuring Calvin was settled, turned to leave, only to be stopped by Calvin’s sharp words. "Do you really think running back now will save Bianca?"

Owen’s mind was set: he had to rescue Bianca. Since she had arrived in the Yi tribe, he’d been by her side, witnessing her true self—beautiful and strong. Even as she became Julie (Journi), Owen never forgot the Bianca he’d first met. Protecting her was his duty, and he wouldn’t abandon it.

Owen clenched his fists. "Elder Donnelly, I’m going back to save the young lady. She’s in danger, and I can’t leave her behind."

Calvin scoffed, his breathing labored. "Even if you go back, you can’t change anything. You’ll just be throwing your life away. Don’t be foolish—you’re no match for them."

Calvin knew the odds. If he hadn’t been ambushed by Kevin, if he hadn’t lost control of the situation, he wouldn’t be in this position. But going back now was suicide.

"Do you want the young lady to die?" Owen’s voice trembled with frustration.

A cold smile played on Calvin’s lips. "She won’t die. We still have the power to change things. It’s only a matter of time."

Owen stayed silent. He was just a subordinate, and after years of serving Calvin, he knew the man too well. Calvin never acted without certainty.