Ch. 512: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 512
Chapter 512
"Hurry up and bring someone." Pharaoh never had much fondness for Country S. However, Norah and Kevin had a connection, and there was a child between them.
For Cooper's sake, he was willing to extend some goodwill toward Country S. If relations between the two nations could remain stable, it would be beneficial for everyone.
Of course, if Mousse dared to mistreat Cooper, Pharaoh would not hesitate to turn hostile.
...
Norah arrived, pushing Cooper into the back garden. Now that pollen season had passed and the flowers had been carefully screened, she felt safe bringing him outside to enjoy the fresh air.
"Mom, these flowers are so beautiful. I've never seen them before." Cooper rarely had the chance to go outside. He took in deep breaths of fresh air, his eyes scanning his surroundings with wonder.
If only he could come out every day.
He hated being confined to a hospital bed. But he never complained. He knew how much his parents had sacrificed for his treatment, and he didn’t want to add to their worries.
Kevin plucked a flower and placed it in Cooper’s hand. "If you like them, pick a few more to take back to your room. We can put them in a vase."
"Uh-huh!" Cooper nodded eagerly.
Then, he spotted more flowers—each one more delicate and vibrant than the last.
Before he could even ask, Norah, knowing her child’s heart, had already started picking some for him. "Here, take these back. They’ll brighten up your room."
"Thank you!" Cooper held the flowers carefully, treating them like precious treasures.
Just then, a bird swooped past them, its movements swift and effortless.
Cooper’s eyes filled with envy. "Mom, look! That bird flies so fast!"
Norah’s eyes misted over.
The bird could soar freely, while her son remained bound to a wheelchair, unable to run or jump like other children.
Kevin gently wiped away Norah’s tears, then crouched beside Cooper. "If you eat well and take care of your body, you won’t need that wheelchair forever. When the time comes, we’ll take you to explore the world together."
As long as Cooper regained his health, he could go anywhere he wished.
Cooper nodded eagerly. He could hardly wait for that day to come.
Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, an hour had gone by.
Norah turned the wheelchair and started pushing Cooper back.
"Mom, can I come out again next time?" Cooper asked, his voice tinged with reluctance. He never wanted these moments to end.
"Of course. I’ll bring you out often." Norah gently ruffled his hair.
She wished she could say yes without hesitation, but Cooper's health was still fragile. She couldn’t risk exposing him to too much wind or strain just yet.
When they returned to the lab, Pharaoh was already waiting. He turned to Kevin. "A messenger has arrived from Country S."
Kevin’s expression hardened.
Envoys from another country were a significant matter, yet Mousse had not informed him in advance. That alone suggested there was more to this visit than met the eye.
"Where are they?" Kevin asked.
"I’ve arranged accommodations for them. There will be a banquet tomorrow night to formally welcome them. You and Norah will need to attend." Pharaoh saw this as an opportunity to gauge Country S’s intentions.
Norah nodded in agreement. But...
"Baimo is still unconscious. I don’t know if he’ll wake up before tomorrow night." Concern was evident in Norah’s voice.
Pharaoh shared her hope. "He’ll wake up."
Norah sighed, praying that fate would be kind and allow him to recover in time.
...
Meanwhile, at Baimo’s side, Freyja remained by his bed, and Jace continued his meticulous care.
It wasn’t long before Baimo stirred. The pain coursing through his body made even the smallest movement agonizing. He let out an involuntary groan.
Freyja’s eyes widened with excitement. Baimo was awake.
The moment he opened his eyes, she nearly burst into tears. "Young Master Baimo, you’re finally awake!"
As Baimo’s vision cleared, his thoughts went back to the last thing he remembered—fighting alongside Freyja before collapsing. He also recalled the pained look on her face as he fell.
Now, he saw her exhausted, red-rimmed eyes.
She had been by his side all this time.
His lips parted slightly as he asked in a hoarse voice, "How is everything? Did his father manage to save the child?"
Despite the searing pain, Baimo instinctively tried to get up, desperate to find Norah.
Freyja understood how much Baimo cared about Norah. The young lady had been gone from the Yi tribe for so many years, and now, everyone was watching over her well-being.
But no matter how much he cared, he needed to take care of himself first.
"Young Master Baimo, you need to rest. If there’s any good news, I’ll make sure you hear it immediately."
She firmly held him down, refusing to let him strain himself further.
Baimo didn’t speak. His lips pressed into a hard line as his sharp gaze landed on Freyja.
Under his piercing stare, she hesitated for a second before releasing her grip.
However, the moment Baimo tried to stand, pain shot through his body. He swayed, his injuries making it impossible to remain steady.
Just as he was about to collapse, Freyja rushed forward, catching him. "Young Master Baimo, please don’t push yourself. If you wish to see the young lady, I can go and inform her."
"No need," Baimo said coldly.