Ch. 469: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 469

Chapter 469

Kevin didn’t respond immediately. After a few seconds, he spoke slowly: "Norah has the final say on this."

Baimo didn’t bother with Kevin any longer. He walked over to Pharaoh, and while Pharaoh remained unconscious, Baimo removed the mask from his face, revealing a long scar.

Baimo had seen that scar once before. Since then, Pharaoh had always worn a mask.

Gathering all the medicines from the Yi tribe and the lab, Baimo had only one goal in mind—to wake Pharaoh up as soon as possible.

Three hours later, Pharaoh finally regained consciousness. He had worn a mask for so long that he immediately felt the weight missing from his face.

"Where’s Calvin?" he roared.

He had trusted Calvin completely, and now Calvin had betrayed him. He had even stripped him of his mask.

Baimo let out a low chuckle. "Still want to see Calvin? Is there no one else left?"

Pharaoh followed the voice and saw Baimo, unharmed. A wave of relief washed over him. "What about Julie?"

Baimo smirked. "Do you mean Calvin’s daughter, or your own?"

Pharaoh wasn’t a fool. He instantly understood what Baimo was implying. Calvin had replaced his daughter with Julie.

A haze of emotion clouded Pharaoh’s eyes. "Do you know where Julie is?"

Baimo’s demeanor suggested he knew everything.

"You’ve already seen her."

Baimo’s words were slow and deliberate, and Pharaoh was momentarily stunned. No wonder Norah had felt so familiar when he saw her. It wasn’t just a coincidence—Norah was his daughter. Norah was Julie.

Memories flooded Pharaoh’s mind—Julie running toward him as a child, clutching lollipops and flowers.

"Dad," Baimo called out, snapping Pharaoh out of his trance.

"Where is she?" Pharaoh’s voice was urgent. After the fire, he had lost Julie, but no remains had ever been found. He had always believed she was alive.

Calvin had brought back "Julie," and for a time, Pharaoh had been happier than ever. But "Julie" had always been frail and a little spoiled. Caught up in his work and unfinished plans, he hadn’t paid much attention to her, assuming he would have time to make up for it later.

Now he realized the truth—he had been deceived. And worse, he had nearly killed his own daughter.

Thinking back to the day he raised his gun at Norah, Pharaoh felt a deep pang of regret.

Baimo’s smirk deepened. "You really handed the Yi tribe over to Calvin, didn’t you? Norah was dragged into his experiments, and you didn’t even know?"

Baimo didn’t believe Pharaoh had been completely unaware.

Pharaoh had always been focused on his own experiments and larger goals. He never paid much attention to what Calvin was doing on the other side of the lab.

When he first saw Norah, she had reminded him of someone. But at the time, he brushed it off as a meaningless resemblance.

What did it matter to him? She was just another insignificant person. And besides, her presence with Baimo had been a liability. If she had died, so be it.

He never expected this.

Pharaoh swallowed hard, at a loss for words. Guilt pressed down on him like a weight.

"Your body is weak," Baimo said coldly. "I don’t know what kind of drugs Calvin used on you, but you’ve spent years in the lab—you should be able to figure it out yourself."

With that, Baimo turned to leave.

But Pharaoh still didn’t have an answer.

"Did something happen to Norah?" A trace of unease crept into his voice.

Baimo paused. "Do you remember Jace?"

Pharaoh’s face darkened. "Jace was one of my best creations. Of course, I remember."

Pharaoh had trained Jace to be a medicine man. Even after Jace escaped, Pharaoh had never stopped searching for him. But with the constant wars, he could only afford to send a small team after him.

His brows furrowed. "Jace has set his sights on Julie, hasn’t he? What about the girl who was pretending to be Julie—Journi?"

Baimo’s expression remained unreadable. "You should be glad that Julie isn’t like you. At least she still has a chance to survive. When Calvin started his rebellion, Jace ran away with her."

Now that it was confirmed—Norah was Julie—Baimo no longer hesitated to call her by her real name. Especially in front of Pharaoh.

"Then send more people to find Julie! I need to get her back. I can’t lose her again. I owe her too much..."

Pharaoh’s voice broke.

Originally, he had planned to make things right after dealing with the current crisis. Now, it was clear—nothing mattered more than Julie.

Baimo’s voice was ice-cold. "You’re a little late to realize that."

With that, he walked away without looking back.

Pharaoh said nothing. His heart felt heavy, as if a boulder were crushing him. Several times in the span of a minute, he struggled to catch his breath.

—

Calvin stepped into the Allied Army camp, and news of his arrival quickly made its way back to Kevin and Baimo.

If Calvin planned to attack with the Allied forces, they needed to prepare in advance.

Now that Norah was no longer in the Yi tribe, Kevin had no reason to stay there either.

As soon as he left, his phone rang.

"Captain Edwards," a soldier reported, "Two people—one man, one woman—are asking to see you. They say they know you. One is named Jace, and the other is Norah..."

Kevin didn’t hear the rest.

He only knew one thing: "Take care of them immediately. Make sure they’re safe. Don’t let anything happen to them. They must be starving—get them something to eat right away!"

"Yes, sir!"

Kevin hung up. Nothing else mattered now.

He couldn’t lose Norah again.

—

Norah hadn’t had water in too long, and her body was exhausted. She collapsed onto a cot, her strength completely drained. Jace never left her side.

First, he fed her water. Then, he offered her his own blood.

Seeing the fresh wound on Jace’s hand, Norah instinctively resisted.

"Julie, just hang on a little longer," Jace whispered. "This will help you."

But before he could say anything more, a figure appeared at the entrance of the tent.