Ch. 495: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 495

Chapter 495

Norah's words cut deep, like a blade slicing straight through Kevin’s heart. In just seconds, he felt as if he had been pierced a thousand times over.

Bleeding. Wounded. Torn apart.

But he knew Norah’s pain ran even deeper. And if she had to bear it, then so would he.

"Norah, please, don’t get worked up. I promise—I’ll give you the answers you deserve. Just wait a little longer..."

Kevin took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice, to calm her. But Norah had no patience left.

"Kevin, I’ve already waited five years. How much longer do you expect me to hold on?" Her voice cracked, raw with anguish. Before he could respond, she shouted again, "Do you want me to spend my whole life waiting for you? And where the hell is my child?!"

A sharp beep echoed in her ear.

Kevin had hung up.

She didn’t know why, but she was certain that calling again would be pointless. He wouldn’t answer. He’d either be unreachable, busy, or simply ignoring her.

But her emotions had already spiraled out of control. The pain in her chest was unbearable, suffocating. She clutched her heart, gasping for breath.

Seeing her distress, Baimo immediately stepped forward. He pulled out a tissue, handing it to her, while his other hand rested gently on her shoulder. He gave her back a reassuring pat.

"Norah, we’ll figure this out together. No matter how impossible the obstacles may seem, my dad and I will help you tear them down."

They would always stand behind her, her unshakable support.

It didn’t matter if she refused to acknowledge them. As long as she still spoke to them, that was enough.

Norah shook her head, wiping away her tears. "I’ll find out on my own."

She had always been like this. Emotional, yes, but never helpless. She had survived five years on the battlefield, learned that tears solved nothing. Only action changed circumstances.

"And what exactly can you investigate? Even if you have connections, we have stronger ones. Why won’t you use them?" Baimo frowned. His voice dropped as he added, "Norah, you understand what I’m saying. People change. Will you wait until our dad is gone before you finally forgive him?"

Norah’s head throbbed. Her heart felt like it was being scraped raw.

Family ties didn’t disappear, and refusing to acknowledge them for a lifetime would be cruel. But how could she move past it? Every time she wanted to forgive, she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

She couldn’t let go.

"I’m leaving today. I’m going back to Country S."

Her life, her work—it was all there.

Baimo knew he couldn’t convince her to stay, but he made one final offer. "Then let me take you. You faced danger coming here, and Calvin’s remaining forces might retaliate."

Norah hesitated before nodding. "Alright."

Even though Pharaoh never approached her directly, he stood at a distance, watching her prepare to leave. The moment she turned her head, she caught sight of him.

He smiled at her.

They had barely spoken. He had stayed away, except for that one meeting in the garden. And yet, from his actions, from Baimo’s words, she understood—only a father would give so selflessly.

Norah felt torn. Every time she tried to forgive, memories of the past held her back. The things Pharaoh had done, the horrors she had witnessed—they flashed through her mind like a never-ending film.

Pharaoh waved, silent. But in that moment, his silence spoke volumes.

Baimo observed the exchange and finally asked, "Norah, do you still think he’s a bad man?"

Most parents gave without expecting anything in return. Pharaoh was no different when it came to his children.

But Norah couldn’t ignore reality. Their political differences, their past actions—she couldn’t reconcile them with the ideals she had lived by since childhood. Every time she thought about it, she felt suffocated.

"Can you stop bringing this up?" She exhaled sharply, her patience wearing thin. "Baimo, you’ve always been by his side. You know a different version of him. You—"

"And you help the homeless, the injured—the ones who have lost everything. Why can’t you see your father as a man who has made mistakes?" Baimo interrupted, his voice steady and low.

Norah’s throat tightened.

After a long pause, she finally rasped, "He’s taken so many lives, Baimo. And you expect me to see him as a child who made mistakes? How is that possible?"

The bloodshed. The suffering. The lives lost. She couldn’t forget them. She never would.

And! Before the Yi tribe had reformed, Pharaoh and Kevin had been on opposite sides. And she—she was Chinese!

Norah leaned against the window, exhausted. "I’m tired."

She closed her eyes, shutting everything out. Cooper, sitting beside her, remained silent.

Country S.

The war had escalated.

Country S was preparing for a large-scale offensive against the smaller allied nations. Though they had support from Craggaville, the president had a plan to strengthen their position further.

A political marriage.

His son would marry a foreign princess. And his first choice?

Kevin.

Now, he stood before Kevin.

Because of his status, he couldn’t easily move within the Yi tribe. But Kevin was here.

Five years ago, Kevin had nearly died for Norah.

Five years later, the president wouldn’t allow Norah to interfere again.

"You’ve been hard to track down lately." The president’s voice was low, measured. His sharp gaze was filled with both authority and suspicion.

Kevin met his eyes without flinching. "And yet, you still found me."

The president’s expression darkened. "Are you planning to rebel against me?"

He wouldn’t tolerate defiance. Not from anyone. Especially not from Kevin—the son he had placed his highest hopes in.

Kevin’s lips pressed into a thin line. He said nothing.

Years ago, he had struck a deal to save Norah. In return, he had surrendered powerful weapons, along with his role in the "Zero" project.

Until the president was removed from power, he had to play along.

"I’ll do what you ask," Kevin finally said. "But..."

He looked his father directly in the eye.

"I won’t marry anyone except Norah."