Ch. 511: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 511

Chapter 511

Cooper shook her head, but he tightened his grip on Norah's hand. A moment later, he slowly lifted his hand.

Kevin immediately reached out, instantly understanding what Cooper wanted.

Norah’s emotions surged, her voice breaking. "Cooper, Mom promises you. When you get better, we’ll go back to where your mom and dad grew up. I'll take you to school and pick you up every day. We'll visit Grandpa and Grandma. You won’t have to stay in a place filled with conflict anymore. You’ll be able to play every day and eat all kinds of delicious food."

Cooper nodded, his voice rasping as he forced out a single word: "Okay."

Pharaoh overheard their conversation. He understood what Norah cared about, and he couldn't blame her for it. The world she grew up in was vastly different from that of the Yi people.

"I'll go make you something to eat," Norah said, gently patting Cooper’s hand before getting up.

Kevin remained silent for a moment. He caught the flicker of emotion in Pharaoh’s eyes, exchanged a look with him, and then followed Norah.

Cooper wasn’t much of a talker, but when he saw Pharaoh, he still managed a small smile.

Lying in the laboratory, Cooper watched as Pharaoh worked tirelessly for him every day. During injections, Pharaoh would gently cover his eyes and soothe him with a soft voice. Cooper could feel it—Pharaoh was a kind and caring grandfather.

Pharaoh stroked Cooper’s head and said, "Your mom and dad are making you something to eat. Cooper, have you been feeling better lately?"

Ever since Cooper started taking the horse chestnut, his complexion had improved. More importantly, since arriving at the lab, he hadn’t had another asthma attack.

The matching process was ongoing. As soon as they found a suitable match, Cooper would undergo a bone marrow transplant. Then, he could finally grow up healthy and happy.

Norah would always remember everything about Cooper.

"Cooper..." Pharaoh started to speak but hesitated, swallowing the words.

Cooper was still just a child. Whatever mistakes had been made, Pharaoh knew it wasn’t fair to involve him. He shouldn’t have to pay for Pharaoh’s sins.

Cooper sensed that Pharaoh had something on his mind, but he wasn’t one to ask questions. So, he stayed silent.

Norah sought out the clown and asked to be taken to the kitchen. It was well-stocked, as she had to ensure Pharaoh and Baimo had proper meals every day.

The kitchen was in a separate area. Thinking about Cooper’s fragile health, she decided to cook something light. She avoided shrimp and fish, worried they might trigger his asthma, and even steered clear of eggs just to be safe.

In the end, she settled on lean meat and started simmering a slow-cooked porridge over low heat.

Kevin stood beside her.

"As long as there’s no war outside, we’ll be safe in the Yi tribe," he said. "You don’t usually have much time to spend with Cooper."

Norah pursed her lips, her voice hoarse. Kevin had been in a coma for over three years. After he woke up, his time had been occupied with recovery and responsibilities. How could he have had time to be with Cooper? Besides, Mousse had been the one explaining things to him.

"Hmm," Kevin responded, his voice equally rough. He thought back to Cooper’s time with Mousse. Because Cooper had never been breastfed and because Norah had been poisoned during pregnancy, he had been born weak. Mousse had wanted to strengthen him, but it had led to a difficult and unhappy childhood.

Norah had always suspected it, but hearing Kevin confirm it made her heart ache even more.

They had all suffered over the years.

"That’s in the past. Let’s not dwell on it," Kevin said, sensing her sorrow. "Now, our family is together, and Cooper is getting stronger every day. That’s what truly matters."

Norah sighed, finding comfort in his words. Instead of constantly revisiting old wounds, it was better to focus on the present.

The porridge finished cooking quickly. Lost in thought, Norah reached for the hot casserole without thinking.

"Ahh!" She yelped as the heat seared her fingers, instinctively pulling her hand back and pressing her fingertips against her ear to cool them.

"Are you okay?" Kevin asked anxiously, stepping closer to check her injury.

As she lifted her head, their lips brushed—soft, warm, fleeting.

Kevin wanted to savor the moment, to let time freeze right there, but his concern for her fingers took priority.

"It’s nothing, just a little red and swollen," Norah assured him, showing her hand. Her index finger was flushed, a small blister forming at the tip.

Kevin quickly pulled her to the sink and turned on the faucet. "Run it under cold water for a while. I’ll take care of the rest."

He turned off the stove, lifted the casserole, and the rich aroma of porridge filled the kitchen. Carefully, he poured it into a bowl and carried it out.

Norah followed after turning off the water.

On the way back, Kevin brought up Pharaoh. "I know it’s hard for you to accept him as your father, and I respect your feelings. But Pharaoh is Cooper’s grandfather. That’s something we can’t change. Cooper has the right to know."

Norah remained silent.

If her biological father were anyone else, she could have accepted it. But her father was Pharaoh—a man with so much blood on his hands, a man responsible for countless crimes.

She didn’t want to acknowledge him. Yet, without him, without the horse chestnut, Cooper wouldn’t be getting better.

She sighed. "Let’s wait until Cooper recovers…"

Kevin didn’t push further.

Back at the laboratory, Norah sat in front of Cooper and carefully fed him the porridge.

"Mom, this is delicious," Cooper said happily, spooning up mouthfuls until the bowl was empty.

Pharaoh watched from the side, envy flickering in his eyes—along with regret.

If only his relationship with Norah could be like this.

Kevin noticed the change in Pharaoh’s expression and sighed. As a father, he could understand him. But some wounds could only heal with time.

After eating, Cooper tugged on Norah’s sleeve. "Mom, can I go outside for a bit? It’s really boring staying here all the time."

"Of course," Norah said immediately, her heart aching for him.

At his age, he should have been running around, playing with other kids, not confined to a lab for treatment.

She found a wheelchair, and with Kevin’s help, gently lifted Cooper into it before pushing him outside.

Behind them, Pharaoh felt the urge to follow. But he held himself back. This was their moment as a family, and he didn’t want to intrude.

Besides, with Baimo asleep, someone had to manage government affairs.

Pharaoh turned away and returned to his room. Before he even sat down, a messenger arrived with urgent news.

"Pharaoh, the envoy from Country S has arrived."