Ch. 523: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 523

Chapter 523

Now, in international forums, Mousse's reputation had taken a massive hit. His name was being dragged through the mud, and all anyone could talk about was his disgrace.

Most humiliating of all, his face had been clearly captured in photos.

"It's... you!"

Mousse’s eyes burned with fury. His mind fixated on one thought—he had to kill Norah.

She was a disaster, the root of all his problems. If it weren’t for her, Kevin wouldn’t have come this far, nor would he have defied him over and over again.

But the live broadcast left Mousse no room to act against her.

Norah stood firm under his glare, showing neither fear nor hesitation. "Yes, it was me. You’ve gone too far. We just want to live our lives in peace, but you refuse to let us."

She took a step closer. "Don’t think we don’t know your plan. You kept Cooper close and refused to cure him just so you could use him as leverage against Kevin."

Kevin had stayed out of Norah’s life for five years—first because he was gravely injured and unconscious, and second because he wanted to wait until things were stable before returning. But fate had other plans. When the situation changed, he exposed himself earlier than intended to protect Norah. Thankfully, he had made the right call by sending Cooper to her, allowing them to take him to the Yi tribe.

Mousse's gaze remained ice-cold. "If there was a cure for Cooper, do you really think I would have let him suffer?"

"But the truth is, my father cured him," Norah said, her sharp eyes locked onto his.

A mocking smirk tugged at Mousse’s lips. "Well, I can’t help it if your father is obsessed with experiments."

Norah’s expression didn’t waver. "Then tell me, why did you have the antidote in the first place?"

At one point, Mousse had the antidote and had even tried to use it to strike a deal with Kevin. That was the crucial detail.

With the live broadcast still running, Mousse chose his words carefully. He couldn’t afford to let the situation escalate further. But Norah had already read everything she needed from his face.

Meanwhile, the backlash on international forums grew louder:

"I can't believe the president of a country is this corrupt. Can he even lead his people?"

"No wonder Country S has had so many wars. This explains everything."

"Step down! The people deserve a leader who cares about their future!"

"He won’t even help his own son, and now he’s trying to oppress him? Kevin and Norah have suffered enough!"

"Kevin was in the Chinese army, wasn’t he? It’s incredible that he hasn’t been swayed by Mousse’s ways."

"If anything happens to Norah and Kevin, I’ll be the first to take action! Who’s with me?"

Mousse didn’t see these messages himself, but his bodyguards kept him updated.

Realizing he had no choice but to retreat, he waved his hand. "Let’s go."

With the world watching and Norah’s camera still recording, any harm that came to her or Kevin would immediately point back to him.

But he knew this was all Norah’s doing. She was bold, clever, and fearless—exactly the kind of woman who could drive a man to obsession.

Now, Mousse finally understood why Kevin was willing to risk everything for her.

Norah, however, was sure that Mousse wouldn’t come after them again.

But if Mousse was willing to let them go, Gugny wasn’t.

She stormed up to Kevin, blocking their path. "Kevin, do you really think you can just take her with you? Have you asked me? I’m your fiancée! I won’t allow this!"

Kevin barely glanced at her. "That was Mousse’s decision, not mine. Norah is my wife. You need to move on."

With that, he wrapped an arm around Norah and walked away.

"Gugny, stop!" a furious voice ordered.

She froze in place, forced to stand down.

But Gugny wasn’t giving up. She refused to accept this humiliation. No one shamed her and got away with it. One way or another, she would win Kevin over.

Meanwhile, Baimo had taken Cooper out for a meal before bringing him to his father for treatment. When he finally returned to his room, he found Freyja waiting outside.

She held a carefully chosen shirt in her hands—black and white, with delicate floral embroidery. It suited his style perfectly.

But Baimo didn’t even hesitate before rejecting it. "Freyja, I have plenty of clothes. And even if I didn’t, I could buy them myself."

Freyja understood the underlying message, but she wasn’t ready to give up.

Her voice softened with a quiet plea. "Baimo, I spent a long time picking this out for you. It’s a limited edition—I barely managed to get it. Just try it on. If you don’t like it, you can throw it away."

From the moment she saw the shirt, she had imagined him wearing it. It felt like it belonged to him.

But Baimo remained unmoved. "Freyja, I’ve made myself clear—I don’t have feelings for you. Not now, not ever."

She already knew that. But hearing him say it so bluntly still hurt. Her eyes turned red.

"I know you don’t want to be with me now," she whispered. "That’s okay. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes."

She loved Baimo with all her heart. Even if he never reciprocated, she was willing to love him from a distance.

But Baimo shook his head. "I won’t ever love you. You’re wasting your time."

"I don’t see it as a waste," she said, her voice trembling. "I want to do this for you."

Tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn’t asking for his love—just the chance to give him hers. Was that really too much?

"Take your shirt back," Baimo said firmly. "If you can’t return it, give it to someone else. And stop coming to me."

Then he turned and walked away.

Freyja watched him go, not moving until the door slammed shut behind him.

She looked down at the shirt in her hands. A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, until they fell like a broken string of pearls, soaking into the fabric.