Ch. 501: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 501

Chapter 501

Norah wasn’t afraid, but Kevin held her hand tightly.

Although Mousse remained silent, Norah could see the storm brewing in his eyes—he looked like a demon emerging straight from the depths of hell.

As the supreme leader of S Country, Mousse was a man no one dared to challenge, except in times of war. Yet, Kevin stood his ground, speaking to him in a tone no one else would have dared to use.

“You better pray you don’t end up alone…” Mousse warned.

“You’re going to kill her! You’re trying to kill me!” Kevin interrupted angrily before Mousse could finish.

Kevin’s eyes burned with unwavering determination, his emotions surging in an instant. Mousse didn’t respond. His thin lips pressed into a hard line as he studied Kevin for a long moment. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.

As soon as Mousse was gone, Norah squeezed Kevin’s hand. “You should go back to S Country… Do what your father wants.”

“Norah, I wanted to wait until everything was settled. Because of circumstances beyond my control, I couldn’t be there for you. But now? Now you’re the one pushing me away.”

Kevin’s voice grew hoarse, as if something was lodged in his throat, making it impossible to swallow. It was an unbearable discomfort, like a blade carving into his chest.

Norah was only thinking about Kevin’s safety—willing to separate from him if it meant keeping him alive. But for him, those five years apart had been pure torment.

Since waking up, Kevin had endured unimaginable pain, gritting his teeth through every hardship for Norah’s sake. Now, the idea of being apart again was something he simply couldn’t accept.

Norah’s throat tightened. She reached out, gently touching Kevin’s face, her fingers brushing over the scar on his forehead. Her heart clenched like a fist.

Pain flashed through her mind like a reel of memories, showing her everything Kevin had suffered. The countless nights he must have endured alone—how had he survived it all?

She would rather leave Kevin than watch him die.

“I’m not pushing you away, Kevin. I understand your situation—I’m not some naive teenager. I just don’t want to see you die. Go back to your father’s country… I’m going to find Cooper.”

Now that she knew Cooper was her child, she couldn’t wait to be by his side.

Kevin tightened his grip on her hand, intertwining their fingers. “Then I’m coming with you.”

Norah hesitated for a moment before finally answering, “Okay.”

Meanwhile, on Cooper’s side, the boy remained eerily silent. Ever since Norah’s accident, he had followed Baimo without a word. He refused to eat or drink.

Baimo had no choice but to try and console him. “I know you like my sister, but she had something important to take care of. She left you in my care. If you don’t eat and something happens to you, how am I supposed to face her?”

“If she comes back and sees you like this, do you think she’ll be happy?”

When Norah first met Baimo, he had been working as a teacher in a remote village. He taught the locals about herbal medicine and was great with children. But the silent, unyielding boy before him was a challenge.

What troubled him most was how Cooper had suddenly appeared in Norah’s life. Though the embassy had checked his background and found no suspicious records, Baimo still couldn’t shake his unease.

But until Norah returned, he couldn’t just abandon the boy.

Thankfully, his words had an effect—Cooper finally started eating. But even as he ate, he remained silent.

Watching him closely, Baimo hesitated before making a call.

Jace picked up immediately. “Young Master Baimo?”

“Norah took in a kid, but he won’t talk. I think something’s off. Have you been in S Country recently? If so, come check on him.”

Since Norah had come to S Country as a war correspondent, Jace had also moved there, running a small clinic to help the locals. Because of Norah’s father’s influence, Jace had even regained his identity as an ordinary citizen.

“I’ll be there soon.”

Jace was always busy at his clinic, but he made time to check in on Norah whenever he could. He had sent her a message earlier, but when she didn’t reply, he figured she was too occupied to respond.

But if Baimo was calling him directly, it had to be important.

Half an hour later, Jace arrived. The moment he laid eyes on Cooper, his expression darkened slightly.

Baimo noticed the change. “What is it?” he asked, frowning.

Jace couldn’t shake the resemblance. The boy looked strikingly similar to Norah when she was a child. He remembered Norah vividly—she had been his guiding light in the darkest times. Every detail of her face was burned into his memory.

But…

The child Norah had given birth to was declared stillborn. And Kevin had been presumed dead for five years. If the baby had survived, Kevin never would have been separated from Norah and their child.

“Did you notice something?” Baimo pressed, his expression growing serious.

Jace hesitated. “He just… reminds me of Julie.”

Baimo’s heart sank.

He turned to study Cooper carefully. He had been so wary of the boy’s sudden appearance in Norah’s life that he had never stopped to really look at him.

Another problem was that all of Norah’s childhood photos were gone. Over time, memories fade. Otherwise, Calvin never would have been able to pass Bianca off as Julie.

But now, hearing Jace’s words, the memories flooded back. Human minds work that way—sometimes, recollections remain buried until something triggers them. And now, looking at Cooper, Baimo could finally see it.

The resemblance was undeniable.

Kevin wasn’t dead. Maybe the child wasn’t either.

Baimo couldn’t wait any longer. “We need to do a DNA test between me and him!”

Norah wasn’t here, but as her brother, he shared her bloodline—enough to confirm the truth.

Jace exhaled slowly. “We should wait for Norah to do the test.”

“She was taken by the Chinese army for questioning…” Baimo said, his voice tense. “That’s why this is so difficult. I’m just her friend right now, so I have no way to help her.”

Jace fell silent, processing the information. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Baimo spoke first.

“You mean to tell me… you don’t know?” Baimo’s voice was low. “Norah’s real identity—Julie’s identity—has already been exposed.”