Ch. 494: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 494

Chapter 494

Calvin was thrown into the lab without mercy.

Every drop of poison was forced into his mouth.

He writhed on the ground in agony, his face turning pale as foam bubbled from his lips. He convulsed, rolling in pain, but no one showed him any compassion.

Especially not Pharaoh.

Still consumed by his own suffering, Pharaoh slashed at Calvin with a sword.

"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been separated from my Julie. She wouldn’t hate me for leaving her all these years. You even created an imposter to deceive me. If Baimo hadn’t been suspicious, Julie would have died!"

From start to finish, Pharaoh cared only about his daughter. Calvin’s attempts to seize power meant nothing to him.

For years, Pharaoh had searched desperately for his daughter, refusing to believe she was gone. When he finally learned of her whereabouts, she had already grown distant. No matter how he tried to make amends, she never gave him the chance.

And Calvin—

Calvin had locked Julie in a lab, treating her as nothing more than an experiment.

Now, he would suffer the same fate.

Pharaoh made sure Calvin experienced torment beyond imagination. He severed Calvin’s hands and feet, leaving him helpless. To prevent him from ending his own life, he even had Calvin’s tongue removed.

Satisfied, Pharaoh turned to Baimo. "The man who tortured Julie has paid for his crimes. Go tell her. Let her see him and release her hatred."

"Understood."

Baimo nodded, preparing to leave, but Pharaoh stopped him. "And one more thing—speak well of me to Julie. I want to see her."

"Alright."

Baimo agreed and left the lab.

Norah sat in deep thought.

Ever since seeing Kevin, she had been lost in her own mind. If he was alive, why had he never come to see her in five years?

"You seem troubled."

A gentle voice pulled her back to reality.

She looked up to see Baimo approaching, dressed in a crisp white shirt.

Norah pressed her lips together. "Not really. Now that Calvin has been caught, I—"

"Norah, I came to tell you to see Calvin. And—are you really planning to return to S Country and continue as a war correspondent?"

Baimo sat beside her, watching her closely.

Norah hesitated before responding. "For now, yes. I have things to take care of. As for Calvin, I have no interest in seeing him."

Calvin was a monster. Without him, she and Kevin wouldn’t have been poisoned. They wouldn’t have suffered, desperate for Jace and Karina’s safety. There would be no slave camps, no forced experiments.

She knew what Pharaoh and Baimo were capable of. They wouldn’t let Calvin die easily.

So why would she need to see him?

"Then what about your father?" Baimo asked. "He’s waited all these years to see you. When you came to the Yi tribe, he never disturbed you. He made Calvin suffer, but he never even mentioned Calvin’s ambitions—only that he hurt you. Norah, the Yi tribe is here for you if you want it."

Norah exhaled slowly. "I don’t care about the Yi tribe. I said it before, I only came to cooperate with you."

"But Norah, you can’t change the fact that we are your family. Will you really deny us forever?"

Baimo’s voice was calm, but there was weight behind his words.

"We’ll see. I’m doing fine on my own." Norah hesitated. "Baimo—"

"Call me brother."

Baimo never pressured her. He believed time would prove everything. But after five years, she was still holding back.

Norah looked at him but couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

Her childhood memories started in the capital, where she had grown up. The Yi tribe meant nothing to her. She accepted the way fate had played out, but how could she force emotions that weren’t there?

"I can’t call you that. If you need anything, you can find me. But Pharaoh—"

"What about him? No matter what you say, he’s still your father. He’s never abandoned you. If you weren’t his daughter, would you have met Jace and Karina? He’s kept your room untouched all these years, even had it renovated. What do you need from us to believe we mean it?"

Baimo’s eyes held unwavering sincerity.

Norah saw his determination—the kind of resolve someone had when they were ready to sacrifice everything.

But she wasn’t ready for that.

Her throat tightened, making it hard to breathe.

Just as Baimo was about to say more, Norah’s phone rang.

She frowned at the caller ID.

Despite five years as a war correspondent, she had never changed her number. The call was from S Country.

She hesitated, then answered.

A familiar voice came through.

"Don’t go back to S Country. Stay in the Yi tribe."

It was Kevin.

But the voice wasn’t hoarse like before. It had been altered.

That meant Kevin’s voice hadn’t been damaged.

Then why had he stayed away all these years?

She couldn’t make sense of it.

"Why? Give me a reason. And why didn’t you contact me all these years? You won’t explain anything, but you expect me to listen to you? How is that possible?"

Her frustration boiled over. Baimo, who had been listening silently, was now fully aware of the situation. He hadn’t expected a man thought dead for five years to suddenly reappear—especially now.

Baimo remained still, not interrupting.

Norah’s voice trembled with anger. "Kevin! Five years! Are you going to keep hiding everything from me? If you won’t tell me the truth, I swear I’ll make you see my corpse! Kevin, answer me! I’m talking to you!"