Ch. 467: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 467
Chapter 467
Bianca lay motionless before Kevin, her body weak from the brutal punishments. In those final moments, her life flashed before her eyes.
Her mother had given her away to Calvin. She had endured the agony of the experiments in the slave camp. She had never even known who her real father was.
As she faded, her last words echoed in Kevin’s ears.
"Kevin, I've been obsessed with you for so long. You never truly saw me. I know you're taking revenge on me for Norah. But now that I’m gone, you won’t have peace either. I curse you—you and Norah will never die well!"
Kevin remained unmoved. Her death didn’t faze him. He turned to Levi and ordered, "Calvin likes experiments, doesn’t he? Find him and return Bianca’s body to him."
Levi, standing by Kevin’s side, observed his expression and quickly reassured him. "Captain Edwards, don’t take Bianca’s words seriously. They mean nothing. If curses came true, everyone would be a prophet."
Kevin let out a cold smirk. "Of course I know that."
Word of Bianca’s death spread quickly, and Kevin didn’t hide the truth. He even made sure the news reached Calvin. Calvin, on the run, received a call from Siena—Bianca’s mother.
Siena’s voice was a piercing roar. "Calvin, when I entrusted my daughter to you, what did I tell you? What did you promise me?!"
Calvin remembered that day years ago when Siena had personally handed him a swaddled Bianca.
But now, Calvin was unbothered. He laughed darkly. "Kevin’s just using you to track me down. Even if he comes after me with an army, I’ll be fine."
Siena’s fury only grew. "How can you talk like this?! Bianca is dead!"
She had believed Calvin’s promise—that Bianca would have a better life. But when she saw her daughter’s lifeless body, the truth crushed her.
Years ago, Calvin might have felt something hearing Siena cry. Now, he felt nothing but indifference.
"So she’s dead. Do you want her body back? Are you planning to parade her corpse at a press conference?"
His words dripped with sarcasm. He had once taken care of Bianca out of obligation, maybe even sentiment. But he had long since realized that power meant more than emotions. Bianca had been nothing but a tool. And now, that tool was broken.
He ended the call and immediately made a decision. If he couldn’t stay in the Yi tribe, he would go to his allies.
He took a step forward but noticed something—Owen wasn’t following him.
Calvin turned, his face darkening. "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Do you have a death wish?"
Owen had always been loyal, but Calvin knew the man had harbored feelings for Bianca. Now, he hesitated.
Finally, Owen bowed his head. "Elder Donnelly, forgive me. I can’t go with you anymore. I’m going back to the eldest lady."
Calvin’s face twisted in rage. Without hesitation, he pulled out his gun and fired.
A loud bang echoed through the air. Owen collapsed.
Calvin fired a few more shots, ensuring Owen was dead before discarding his body in the mountains. Without another glance, he pressed forward toward the Confederate camp.
When he arrived, the allied soldiers raised their weapons, but Calvin held up the emblem of the Yi tribe.
"I am Calvin Donnelly. I seek asylum and wish to speak with your leader."
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Meanwhile, Norah had developed a fever.
Jace, worried for her health and fearing their pursuers, carried her deep into the mountains. After a grueling search, he found a cave. He bit his finger, feeding Norah a few drops of his blood before gathering dry wood to start a fire.
Norah shivered in his arms, mumbling feverishly, "Don’t take my blood... don’t hurt me... don’t experiment on me... I don’t want to be a medicine woman..."
Jace stiffened.
Norah had never been experimented on—he knew that. He and Karina had been the ones subjected to Calvin’s tortures, while Norah had fought to protect them.
Yet, she now believed she had lived through it.
Jace's heart clenched. Something was wrong. He shook her, his voice urgent. "Norah, wake up! That’s not your memory! Don’t sleep!"