Ch. 498: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 498

Chapter 498

The sack covering Norah was finally removed.

Under the dim glow of the car’s orange interior lights, she took in her surroundings. Several men sat inside, each gripping a gun.

The man beside her... his temples were streaked with gray. Shadows cast across his face, obscuring his features.

A slow, deep smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Why do you think we took you just to force you down a different path?”

Norah remained silent, her mind racing.

If not to change her course, then what?

Had the reports she filed threatened the interests of the Allied forces? Had they captured her to negotiate a deal with the Yi tribe?

Her breath hitched.

She had only thrown out Baimo and Pharaoh’s names as a bluff, hoping to make them hesitate and let her go. But they hadn’t flinched.

That meant she couldn’t afford to be a liability.

“Then just kill me.” Norah leaned back against the seat, exhaling slowly.

Kevin had never revealed to the world that he was still alive. That meant she couldn’t use his name to bargain.

The man chuckled darkly. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s only a matter of time.”

The words barely left his lips before he struck her across the head with the butt of his knife. Darkness swallowed her whole.

When the car finally stopped, they were by the sea.

They dragged Norah out, their plan already in motion—to carve her into pieces and feed her to the sharks.

But... they failed.

Bang! Bang!

One by one, the men surrounding Norah collapsed to the ground.

The leader turned just in time to see Kevin approaching, gun in hand, his expression cold and unreadable.

The man’s face twisted in shock. “Young Master, I was acting under the president’s orders—”

Before he could finish, Kevin fired, the bullet tearing through his knee. He collapsed with a scream, falling to the ground. Kevin gestured with a flick of his wrist, and his men swiftly dragged the man away.

The wind howled over the crashing waves.

Kevin pulled Norah into his arms, holding her tightly against him.

Softly, he whispered, “Norah, I’m sorry. I was late.”

When Norah woke up, daylight streamed through unfamiliar windows.

She sat up slowly, realizing her hands and feet were unbound.

“You’re awake.”

A deep voice cut through the quiet.

Norah turned abruptly.

Kevin, dressed in black, strode in from the doorway, carrying a bowl of porridge.

Her brows furrowed. “Why is it you?”

She had been captured in a car, and now Kevin stood before her. Clearly, he had saved her.

Those men could be dismissed. But if Kevin had been watching over her, why had he hung up on her before?

And why had he waited so long to come for her?

Kevin’s voice was rough. “Eat first. Then we’ll talk.”

He placed the bowl in front of her, but she didn’t reach for it. “I want the truth, Kevin. No more secrets. No more keeping me in the dark.”

“I know.”

Kevin scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and lifted it toward her lips. But Norah didn’t open her mouth. Her dark eyes locked onto him, cold and unyielding.

Once, Kevin had promised that after everything was over, they would be together. Then, news of his death had shattered her world.

But he hadn’t died. And yet, for five long years, he had stayed away. He had hidden himself. He had hidden their child.

She had endured the pain of believing her baby was gone. Now, she needed the truth.

Kevin knew Norah’s stubbornness. He knew she was furious.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Those men were my father’s people. Siena is not my biological mother, and Martin is not my real father. My father was the president of Country S. When I fell into the river that ran through the Yi tribe’s territory, he was the one who saved me. I was severely injured and spent years recovering. He arranged everything for me afterward, and I made a deal with him—one that I had no choice but to uphold.”

Norah had suspected there was more to Kevin’s disappearance, but hearing him confirm it still hit hard.

She reached out, wanting to hold him—but then, she thought of the child.

Her hands clenched into fists. “What about our son, Kevin?”

She wasn’t a child. She could handle the truth. “Tell me. Is he dead or not?”

Norah grabbed Kevin’s hand, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Kevin gently stroked her head. “Norah, I had him sent to you. I thought he could stay with you for a while while I handled things on my end. I never expected...”

His voice cracked, heavy with regret. “Norah, the only person I’ve ever wronged is you.”

Tears spilled down Norah’s face. “Kevin, do you realize I almost gave him away?”

She had never imagined her biological son was Cooper.

No wonder she couldn’t let him go.

No wonder he had clung to her hand, refusing to leave.

No wonder he had said those words.

Norah couldn’t hold back anymore. She grabbed Kevin’s hand and bit down—hard.

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, but Kevin didn’t even flinch. He let her vent her pain.

Norah finally released him, her red-rimmed eyes burning with frustration. She looked like a wounded animal, raw and vulnerable.

“Why did you hide this from me?” she choked out. “Do you know how much it hurt? Five years, Kevin! Five years believing my child was dead! Even now, I haven’t had the chance to hold him properly!”

She buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

Her fists struck Kevin’s chest. “Why did you keep my own child’s life and death from me?”

Kevin’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I traded him... for your antidote. Norah, at the time, saving you was the only thing I could think about.”

Norah sobbed harder.

She understood Kevin’s choices, but still—between life and death, between herself and their child, she would have chosen their son.

“And now?” Her voice was hoarse. “If you had no choice then, why step forward now?”

Kevin took a deep breath. “Because of you.”

He gripped her shoulders, his gaze unwavering. “You’re all I have, Norah. I can’t stand by and watch you get hurt. I’m done hiding. I want us to be a family—just the three of us.”

His words carried a finality, a conviction that left no room for doubt.

Norah could feel the weight of his resolve, but she also knew the dangers that still loomed over them both.