Ch. 500: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 500

Chapter 500

Even though Norah had been furious before, she loved the man in front of her deeply. She couldn't demand that he atone for his supposed death when she knew he had his reasons.

Besides, his men had already explained everything to her.

Kevin himself had also told her what had happened, and she could piece together the rest. She understood his situation.

She felt sorry for him.

Norah hugged Kevin even tighter. "Kevin, I know you have your own position. Honestly, I'm grateful to your father for saving you."

If it weren’t for his father, Kevin might have died in that freezing river. She would have never seen him again, never had the chance to hold him like she was now.

Most parents want their children to be successful, to rise above their circumstances. And Kevin’s father—being the president—had even greater expectations.

But things were more complicated now.

Especially since she was now known as the Pharaoh’s daughter, branded as the "Daughter of the Devil."

"Kevin, can I bring Cooper back to the capital?" Norah wasn’t ready to deal with the problems between her and Kevin yet. Just thinking about it gave her a headache. It was too much—it hurt, it suffocated her.

But Cooper... He was her son. She had to take him away from the war zone, let him experience life in a peaceful place, and ensure he received the best education.

Kevin didn’t respond immediately, but Norah could feel his arms tightening around her.

She knew what that meant. He was reluctant.

She stayed silent, waiting for him to speak.

Before he could, a voice came from outside. "Young Master, the president is here! He said to bring that woman out with you!"

The president knew Norah’s name, yet he deliberately referred to her as "that woman"—a clear insult.

Norah wasn’t offended. She was a mother now; she could understand a parent's perspective.

But Pharaoh’s side... all the bloodshed, all the brutality—she could never accept that.

Kevin gently pulled away from Norah. "Wait for me here. I’ll be back soon."

But Norah clutched his hand tightly, her eyes unwavering. "I’m coming with you."

Kevin knew her well. Once she made a decision, it was nearly impossible to change her mind.

Still, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "He doesn’t know Cooper is with you."

Norah nodded. "Got it."

She understood. Kevin didn’t want her to mention the child.

Soon, they met Kevin’s biological father, President Mousse of S Country.

His graying temples were noticeable, but they did nothing to diminish his imposing aura. His sharp eyes and furrowed brows radiated authority.

"Kevin, are you coming with me willingly, or will I have to make you?" Mousse’s tone was cold, his words less of an invitation and more of a threat.

If Kevin refused, Norah would die.

But Kevin would never let anything happen to Norah.

"If you want to align with Craggaville, you’ll be inviting war without even realizing it. I can help you—"

"Who asked for your opinion?" Mousse cut him off sharply, his eyes flashing with anger.

When Kevin had been exiled, Mousse had assumed he was dead. Finding out later that his son had survived, he had hoped to mold him into a successor. But instead, Kevin had become blinded by love.

If Kevin had woken up just a few days later from his coma, Mousse would have ordered his body to be dumped in the ocean to feed the sharks.

And now? Kevin dared to challenge him?

Kevin’s expression darkened as he instinctively pulled Norah behind him. "If you don’t want to listen, do whatever you want. Just don’t drag other people into it."

His meaning was clear: He wasn’t interested in Mousse’s plans.

And it was all because of Norah.

Mousse narrowed his eyes, then pulled out a pistol, his finger curling around the trigger. Without hesitation, Kevin stepped in front of Norah, shielding her with his body.

He was prepared to die.

Mousse was ruthless, but Kevin was his son—the one he valued most. He wouldn’t kill him so easily.

"So, you’re willing to die for her? Fine. If you want to be her husband, you’ll have to take on all the responsibilities that come with it. Being the Third Young Madam of S Country isn’t as easy as you think!" Mousse’s gaze flicked to Norah, his lips curling into a cold sneer.

Norah loved Kevin; she wanted to be with him.

But she only wanted to be his wife. She had no interest in being the Third Young Madam.

In a low voice, she said, "I never wanted that title."

Kevin added firmly, "And I don’t want to inherit anything."

Mousse’s fury erupted. "One after another, you both declare your defiance like I’m here to officiate your vows! Do you think I’m your witness?"

Kevin had made his stance clear to Mousse before. Their positions were too different; they would never walk the same path.

Mousse had once believed Kevin would eventually forget Norah. That time would wear down his resistance, and he would fall in line.

But things had spiraled out of control.

Mousse wouldn’t give them the chance to defy him.

He waved a hand. "Take them both back to S Country! Separate them!"

Kevin’s fury ignited. "I dare anyone to try!"

Norah was his everything. He would never let anyone harm her.

A group of men moved behind them, prepared to strike.

Kevin and Norah sprang into action. Kevin lunged straight for Mousse, knowing that capturing the leader was the key to survival.

But Mousse was quick. He stepped back and seized Norah’s wrist, twisting it to force her to the ground.

Kevin reacted instantly, pulling Norah into his arms before she could be hurt.

His voice was steel. "I’d rather die than go back with you. And you will not lay a hand on my wife."

Norah’s resolve burned just as fiercely.

These two would fight to the death.

Mousse’s face darkened. "If you want to die, don’t forget who saved your life. And don’t forget—there’s someone Norah doesn’t know about. Kevin, don’t you want to see him?"

Mousse thought Norah was unaware.

But she already knew.

Right now, arguing was pointless. She had to take control.

She straightened, meeting Mousse’s gaze with unwavering determination. "Don’t forget—I’m a war correspondent. I have an implanted tracking chip. If anything happens to me, you won’t be able to cover it up."