Ch. 519: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 519

Chapter 519Until the examination results came in and Pharaoh finished the surgery, no one was allowed to touch Elder Ke.

Kevin held Norah’s hand tightly. "Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be by your side."

Norah nodded. "I know."

Even if Kevin hadn’t said it, she knew he’d never leave her.

Three hours later, the lab doors finally opened.

Pharaoh was the first to step out.

Jace followed, pushing Cooper on a hospital bed. Cooper’s pale face contrasted sharply with the blue oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose.

"How is he?" Norah rushed over, her legs nearly giving out beneath her.

"The surgery was a success," Pharaoh said, his voice steady but weary. "Once the anesthesia wears off, he’ll wake up. We’ll need to monitor him for a while to make sure there are no complications, but everything looks good for now."

Norah couldn’t hold back her tears of relief. "Thank you… thank you!"

Cooper would finally have a chance to live a normal life.

At that moment, Norah’s entire focus was on Cooper.

But Baimo hadn’t forgotten about Elder Ke. Just then, the Clown Master arrived with the test results. "Young Master Baimo, the analysis of the powder from the safe is complete. It’s a life-saving medicine, meant for critical moments. It’s not something taken regularly—it’s used to calm the nerves and stabilize energy in emergencies."

So Elder Ke had meant no harm.

Baimo immediately ordered, "Then what are you waiting for? Clear the guards around Elder Ke!"

"Yes, sir." The Clown Master hurried off to carry out the order.

Pharaoh, overhearing the exchange, understood everything. Though Elder Ke had been one of his most loyal followers, when it came to Norah and her child…

Pharaoh sighed, leaning heavily against the wall. "Be careful. I’m exhausted. From now on, the Yi tribe is in your hands."

He let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his fatigue. For weeks, he’d thrown himself into the lab, working tirelessly to save Cooper. He’d barely slept, testing medicines and monitoring every detail. Now, he could finally rest.

But Baimo noticed the exhaustion in Pharaoh’s eyes, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. Alarmed, Baimo called out, "Dad! Dad, stay with us. Norah’s finally acknowledged you. She’s agreed to a family recognition banquet. You can’t give up now—not before that."

Pharaoh smiled faintly, a look of peace crossing his face.

Whether there was a banquet or not, whether he lived or died—none of it mattered anymore. All Pharaoh wanted was for Norah to be happy and for Cooper to be healthy.

But Pharaoh didn’t respond…

…

Jace had just wheeled Cooper back to his room when the Clown Master approached him. "Doctor Jace, Young Master Baimo needs you."

The Yi tribe now fully recognized Jace’s role and expertise. In fact, Baimo had even considered asking Jace to stay and serve as the tribe’s national doctor, rather than returning to Country S. It was a position of honor, one that would allow him to serve the people and gain status.

Norah, sensing something was wrong, frowned at the Clown Master. "Is something wrong with my dad?"

She hadn’t called Pharaoh "Dad" to his face yet, but when speaking to others, she referred to him that way.

The Clown Master hesitated, but Norah cut him off. "If you don’t tell me, I’ll go see for myself."

"Alright," the Clown Master relented. "Pharaoh’s condition has worsened."

Kevin placed a reassuring hand on Norah’s shoulder. "Go see your dad. I’ll stay with Cooper."

Norah didn’t say a word, but her hurried steps spoke volumes.

When she arrived, Pharaoh was lying on a hospital bed, and Jace was already examining him. Before Jace had arrived, Baimo had asked others to check on Pharaoh, but none of them could pinpoint the issue.

Pharaoh had overworked himself, and the experimental medicines he’d tested on his own body had taken a toll.

Jace, however, understood immediately. He couldn’t help but admire Pharaoh’s dedication. Pharaoh had gone to such lengths for Norah’s child—it was clear how much he cared for her and how determined he was to make amends.

Jace began preparing a treatment plan.

Norah, her voice trembling, asked, "Jace, how is he?"

The word "Dad" seemed to have a magical effect. Pharaoh’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked at Norah with tears streaming down his face. "Julie… did I just hear you call me ‘Dad’?"

His voice was weak but filled with emotion.

"Yes," Norah choked out. At this point, there was no reason to deny it.

Baimo shot Jace a meaningful look, and Jace quickly explained, "Pharaoh’s condition is due to exhaustion and the strain of testing medicines. He needs rest and proper care to recover."

Norah couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. They poured down her face like a flood.

Pharaoh had done so much for her, and she had been so reluctant to forgive him.

Maybe, as Baimo had said, Pharaoh had been ruthless in the past, but he was a good father.

Over the last five years, the Yi tribe had changed—and so had Pharaoh.

"Dad…" Norah sobbed, burying her face in his chest.

Pharaoh held her tightly, his own tears falling. At that moment, all his sacrifices felt worth it. For Norah, he would have given anything—even his life.

In the days that followed, Norah took care of both Pharaoh and Cooper, preparing nutritious meals and ensuring they had everything they needed.

Pharaoh, who had spent so much time with Cooper during his illness, had grown close to the boy. Now that Norah had acknowledged him as her father, Cooper naturally began calling him "Grandpa."

The two of them spent their days laughing and talking, and Pharaoh’s once-hardened expression softened into one of warmth and gentleness.

Cooper’s health improved steadily, and soon, his birthday arrived.

Pharaoh and Baimo had planned a grand celebration, combining it with Norah’s family recognition banquet. Every detail, from the seating arrangements to the decorations, had been meticulously planned by Pharaoh himself. He wanted the entire Yi tribe to celebrate this momentous occasion.

At the banquet, Pharaoh publicly acknowledged Norah as his daughter.

But not everyone was convinced. Some whispered doubts: "If the eldest daughter has been alive all this time, why is she only being recognized now? And what about Elder Calvin Donnelly? He brought her back, and yet he’s been branded a traitor. He’s done so much for the tribe!"

Others were more direct: "We don’t understand your logic. You’ve always dictated everything—the killings, the wars five years ago. Why should your family always be in power? Why not hold new elections? Let someone else have a chance to lead!"

The tension in the room was palpable, but Pharaoh remained calm. This was a new beginning, and he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way.