Ch. 522: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 522

Chapter 522

Cooper wasn’t much of a talker, especially around strangers. He never knew what to say.

When the other kids noticed his silence, they immediately sneered.

“If you can’t even speak, what are you here to learn? You should be in a special school for kids with disabilities!”

“Yeah, exactly!”

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These kids had been called over specifically. They weren’t regular students—they had expected to make a new friend today. But instead, they found Cooper, who barely spoke. To them, he might as well have been mute.

Cooper met their taunts with a calm, unflinching gaze. “Apologize.”

He wasn’t mute. He wasn’t weak. He just didn’t waste words.

Just as the kids were about to fire back with more insults, Baimo strode over.

“Teacher Baimo!” they called out in unison.

Cooper looked up at Baimo, his expression softening slightly.

Baimo nodded and knelt slightly, resting a hand on Cooper’s head. “How are you feeling, Cooper?”

One of the boys—a dark-skinned kid in a white T-shirt—quickly jumped in. “Teacher Baimo, we were just trying to play with him! But he actually pushed me!”

The smile on Baimo’s face disappeared instantly.

He took Cooper’s hand, his sharp gaze sweeping over the group. “I brought you here to help him feel included. And yet, here you are, lying at such a young age?”

Baimo trusted Cooper completely.

Norah had kept Cooper by her side before she even knew he was her son—there had to be something special about him that drew her in.

During the time Cooper stayed with Pharaoh in the lab, he had never asked for anything, no matter how tough the conditions got. Even when he was struggling, he never complained.

“Teacher Baimo, we didn’t mean to…” One of the kids started, but before the lie could fully form, Baimo’s expression darkened.

The fear in the children’s eyes was immediate. None of them dared to say another word.

“You will each write a self-reflection essay. And don’t bother coming back.” Baimo’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

They were just kids, but if they were already this cruel now, without consequences, what would they grow into?

More importantly, Baimo refused to let Cooper suffer any injustice.

“I understand, Teacher Baimo.”

One by one, the children muttered their acceptance, none daring to protest.

Baimo crouched in front of Cooper again, holding his small hand. “I’m sorry, Cooper. Your uncle wanted you to have a good experience here, but I miscalculated. I almost put you in harm’s way.”

Baimo felt guilty. If Cooper had gotten hurt, he wouldn’t have been able to face Norah.

Cooper shook his head.

“They really didn’t bully you?” Baimo’s voice was tight with concern.

Even though Cooper wasn’t one to complain, he hesitated, then nodded.

He even tugged lightly at the corner of Baimo’s shirt.

Looking up at Baimo, his deep, star-like eyes shone with understanding. He shook his head again, clearly signaling that he didn’t want Baimo to punish the kids too harshly.

Baimo sighed and scooped him up in his arms. “You’re too kind, Cooper. But if someone bullies you, they should be held accountable. Now, how about we go get something delicious to eat?”

With that, Baimo carried Cooper away.

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Meanwhile, Norah had landed.

The plane she and Kevin had taken had encountered issues and was grounded at the airport—exactly as they had expected.

Mousse had made his move.

His men arrived, ready to take them away.

Everything was unfolding just as Norah and Kevin had predicted.

From being forced off the plane to transitioning through Country S, it all led to one inevitable moment: their face-to-face with Mousse.

Mousse wanted to separate them, but Kevin held Norah’s hand tightly, refusing to let go. No matter what, he wouldn’t allow them to be torn apart again. In the end, Mousse had no choice but to bring them both before him.

“So, you claim to love him,” Mousse sneered at Norah. “Since you’ve chosen to stay by his side, does that mean you no longer care about the poison in his body?”

His tone was filled with disdain. He had never liked Norah, and he wasn’t about to hide it.

Norah let out a cold laugh, the corners of her lips curling into a smirk. “You sought him out in the first place. Instead of helping him, you poisoned him. Only someone like you would stoop that low.”

Kevin’s condition had remained stable for a while. Plus, he had been working in the lab, and even Pharaoh had started to accept him.

Norah had assumed that meant Pharaoh had cured him.

But in reality, Kevin had been holding on, keeping the truth from her all this time.

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have needed to poison him at all. You think you’re that special?” Mousse’s lips curled into a smirk.

Back when Kevin was exiled, Mousse had spent considerable effort tracking him down, only to find him entrenched in the business world.

Business and politics—two entirely different arenas.

At the time, Mousse hadn’t paid much attention to Kevin. But then, he uncovered Kevin’s hidden identity.

He had tried to recruit him, but Kevin refused.

Later, when Norah was poisoned and gave birth to Cooper, Mousse had tried to use that as leverage to sway Kevin. But Kevin remained steadfast, choosing to stay with the troops in Craggaville.

Then came the war.

Kevin had been shot and thrown into the river in the Yi tribe’s territory. Mousse had spent tremendous effort retrieving him.

For years, he had nearly given up on Kevin. But just when he was about to let go, Kevin woke up.

And against all odds, he ended up with Norah again.

To Mousse, Norah had always been nothing but trouble.

“I may not be special,” Norah shot back, “but at least I don’t hurt my own son. Unlike you—a country’s president who treats his own child and grandchild like enemies.”

Her words were razor-sharp, cutting straight to the core.

Mousse’s gaze flickered to Kevin.

Kevin remained indifferent, completely unaffected by Norah’s words.

His heart was already set—on her.

Mousse clenched his jaw. His other sons could never measure up to Kevin, and without Kevin, he had no suitable heir.

If he let Kevin go, his legacy—everything he had built—could crumble in the wrong hands.

Just then, one of his bodyguards hurried over, whispering urgently in his ear.

Mousse’s expression darkened.

“You dared to set me up?”

Not only had Norah and Kevin anticipated his every move, but they had also recorded everything—his threats, his actions, all of it.

Now, he was trapped.