Ch. 493: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 493

Chapter 493

Norah got no response from the man.

Just as she was about to rip off his mask, he grabbed her wrist. "Miss, you've got the wrong person. I—"

"If I got the wrong person, then why did you save me? And at just the right moment?" she cut him off, her voice sharp with suspicion.

Her intense gaze locked onto him. The silver mask covered most of his face, leaving only his thin lips and deep, dark eyes visible. The way he held himself, his stance—she knew it.

She was sure.

"Kevin, do you have any idea how cruel this is?" Her voice trembled as the emotions she had buried for years surged to the surface. "They told me you were dead. But you weren't. And for five years, you never once reached out to me. You let me suffer, searching for you, searching for our child! Why, Kevin? Who am I to you?"

She couldn't hold back anymore. Her pain erupted in a scream, her voice raw with anguish.

The man’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Miss, I’m really not who you think I am. I came to the Yi tribe on a mission—"

Before he could finish, he shoved her back and put distance between them.

It wasn’t far, but to Norah, it felt like an endless chasm had opened between them.

He was tall—at least 1.9 meters. His figure, his presence—it was unmistakable.

He had to be Kevin.

And this so-called mission? Was it just a coincidence that he ended up saving her?

Her fingers tightened around the pistol she always carried. It was a custom weapon, one she had built for herself before heading to S Country. She had never once used it.

Until now.

She pulled it out and fired at the ground near his feet.

The man's eyes narrowed.

He turned, only to find the barrel of her gun aimed at his head.

A bitter smile played on Norah’s lips. "If you’re not Kevin, then you won’t care if I die in front of you. I’ve spent the last five years searching for Kevin. Searching for my child. I’m tired."

She tightened her grip on the trigger.

She was testing him.

And when he lunged toward her, she knew. She was right.

In one swift motion, she tore the mask from his face.

Without it, Kevin looked lighter—almost as if the weight of the disguise had been pressing down on him. But even now, he said nothing.

He met her eyes, standing just a step away. But neither of them moved closer.

Tears welled in Norah’s eyes.

"Kevin… why?"

She had imagined this moment so many times. The face she had dreamed of for years was right in front of her. But he looked different—leaner, sharper, a deep scar marring his forehead.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Norah stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and shook him hard. "Say something! Don’t just stand there! You let me believe you were dead! You stayed away for five years! Why?!"

His voice, too, had changed—aged, burdened by something she didn’t yet understand.

"Norah, I’m sorry. If it weren’t for the danger you were in this time, if you hadn’t pointed that gun at yourself, I…" Kevin trailed off as he looked into her tear-filled eyes. He swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion.

For five years, he had been watching over her from the shadows. Since the moment he had awakened and learned where she was, he had never been far.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t see him.

She wasn’t supposed to.

Norah let out a bitter laugh. "So that’s it? If I hadn’t forced you, you would’ve just kept hiding? Kevin, what am I to you?"

He had taken care of her in secret, ensured she had everything she needed. But he had also abandoned her, leaving her to suffer alone, to search for answers that never came.

She had deserved at least a single word from him. A sign. Anything.

Kevin didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His throat felt constricted, his chest heavy. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms.

But she wasn’t done yet.

"Kevin, speak! Say something!" Norah's voice cracked as she shouted.

Her entire body trembled, tears falling freely. Years of pain and longing poured out of her, leaving her breathless and broken.

Kevin inhaled sharply. Footsteps sounded nearby. Without hesitation, he pulled his mask back on and grasped her shoulders firmly.

"Norah, it’s not that I didn’t want to find you. There are things you don’t understand. But you need to stay safe here. I have unfinished business. When it’s done, I’ll come back for you."

And just like that, he turned away.

Not even a hug.

Norah watched him go, her breath catching in her throat. The air around her felt like it had been sucked away, leaving her lightheaded and weak.

Her legs gave out. She collapsed to the ground.

"Julie!"

A familiar voice rang out, filled with urgency.

Baimo rushed toward her.

He caught her, his brow furrowed in concern. "What happened?"

He had been searching for her, tracking her movements. His men had taken down Calvin’s group, captured the injured Calvin, and forced his subordinates into surrender.

But seeing Norah like this—so utterly broken—wasn’t what he expected.

Or maybe…

Norah shook her head weakly. "I’m fine."

She quickly wiped her tears away.

Kevin had left without an explanation. He had been alive all these years but had never reached out. She knew there was a reason.

Maybe she should let it go.

Maybe she had to.

Baimo didn’t believe her, but he didn’t push. He simply put an arm around her shoulders. "Let’s go back."

"Yeah."

As they walked, she spotted Calvin, now in chains. He looked different from five years ago, but his black eyes still burned with hatred as he stared her down.

Norah clenched her fists.

She hadn't forgotten the agony she and Kevin had endured because of him.

And now, Calvin would suffer.

A hundred times worse.