Ch. 524: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 524

Chapter 524Freyja felt uneasy but still took care of Baimo before leaving.

Baimo’s indifference was palpable. If he saw her lingering outside his room, he’d only grow angrier. She didn’t want to provoke his emotions.

Instead, she went to Pharaoh.

When Pharaoh noticed Freyja’s red-rimmed eyes, he understood immediately. "If Baimo’s been harsh with you, I can scold him for you," he offered.

But his tone made it clear: if it was about anything else, he couldn’t intervene.

Pharaoh had risen to his position through years of experience, and he could see right through Freyja. She’d been by Baimo’s side for years, and her feelings were obvious.

But matters of the heart couldn’t be forced.

Especially with someone as strong-willed as Baimo.

Freyja hadn’t expected Pharaoh to be so direct.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "Pharaoh, can’t you help me? I truly love him… There are no other women around him, and I promise I’ll always stand by his side and support him."

Her voice cracked, but she had no choice. She’d come to Pharaoh as a last resort.

Freyja had loved Baimo since they were young. She’d never confessed before, fearing she wasn’t good enough. She’d worked tirelessly to prove herself, to become someone worthy of him.

But when she finally gathered the courage to confess, Baimo had rejected her.

She didn’t understand. She wasn’t a bad person.

If it was because she’d once wronged Norah, she was willing to keep apologizing. She’d even sought out Pharaoh, hoping for a chance to be with Baimo.

But Pharaoh’s response was firm.

"Freyja, your father has done great things for the Yi tribe, and I’ve always cared for you. I can help you with many things, but not this," Pharaoh said slowly, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He’d never pushed Baimo into an arranged marriage. When he’d试探性地 asked Baimo about it once, Baimo had been vehemently opposed, and Pharaoh had never brought it up again.

Now, Freyja’s feelings were clear, but if Baimo didn’t feel the same, there was nothing Pharaoh could do.

After everything that had happened with Norah and Kevin, Pharaoh knew better than to meddle in matters of the heart.

Freyja opened her mouth to argue but found no words.

Pharaoh didn’t have time to linger. After a few more words of advice, he turned and headed to the lab.

Freyja’s heart felt like it had been sliced open.

Baimo had rejected her, and now Pharaoh had too. But the more she was pushed away, the more determined she became. She refused to believe she couldn’t win Baimo over in the end.

…

Norah and Kevin walked back together.

Thanks to the live broadcast, Norah had gained a lot of fans. Messages poured in from all over the world.

"My sister is so talented! Come report on our country next!"

"Wishing you and Captain Edwards a lifetime of happiness!"

"If you ever start a newspaper, I’d love to invest!"

Norah scrolled through the unread messages, surprised by the overwhelming response. But her focus now was on Cooper.

She was determined to devote herself entirely to her child—nurturing his health and guiding him through his recovery. Work would have to wait.

But as she put her phone away, she noticed Kevin’s pale face and the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Her heart sank. "The poison… it’s still in your system, isn’t it?"

"I’m sorry," Kevin whispered, his voice weak.

Norah’s chest tightened. "I don’t want an apology. I want you to be okay. Let’s go back—now!"

She grabbed his hand, ready to turn around. She’d thought Pharaoh had neutralized the poison, and Kevin had seemed fine.

But now it was clear he’d been hiding his condition.

Kevin held her back, shaking his head. He knew exactly what she was thinking—she wanted to go back to Pharaoh.

But if Mousse had been willing to give the antidote, he would have done so already. He hadn’t, which meant he wanted something in return.

"He’s not going to hand it over without a negotiation, and we can’t—"

"I don’t want to negotiate with him. He won’t let me die," Kevin insisted, gripping her hand tightly.

He didn’t want Norah to compromise because of him.

But for Norah, Kevin’s well-being was everything. She’d do whatever it took to save him, just as he’d done for her.

"If Mousse didn’t want you to die, why didn’t he give you the antidote before we left?" Norah argued.

Mousse’s plan was obvious—he wanted Kevin to come crawling back.

"Even if you go to him now, he won’t give it to you. Norah, let’s go back. Your dad healed Cooper, didn’t he? Between him and Jace, they’ll find a way to neutralize the poison."

Tears welled in Norah’s eyes. She understood Kevin’s reasoning, but… wouldn’t it be faster to get the antidote directly from Mousse?

Before she could protest, Kevin pulled her into his arms, his hand gently stroking her back. "Don’t overthink it. I’ve got this. I promised I wouldn’t leave you, and I won’t. Right now, let’s go see Cooper. He must miss us."

"Okay," Norah finally agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

…

Meanwhile, Mousse had been keeping tabs on Kevin and Norah. He’d withheld the antidote, waiting to see if Kevin would come begging.

But Kevin hadn’t budged.

Kevin’s resolve was unshakable. Even if it meant dying, he refused to return to Country S or have anything to do with Mousse. It was a stubbornness that reminded Mousse of Kevin’s mother.

Her words echoed in his mind: "I don’t want anything to do with you ever again…"

She’d vanished from his life, taking Kevin with her. Mousse had spent years searching for them, only for Kevin to reject him just as fiercely.

Now, Kevin and Norah were leaving, cutting ties with him completely.

Kevin was the last link between Mousse and the woman he’d once loved. If Kevin died, Mousse would never forgive himself.

"Send the antidote to Kevin," Mousse ordered abruptly, his voice cold and resolute.

A man stepped forward, bowing respectfully.

As Mousse handed over the antidote, his expression was stern, his lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t like being backed into a corner, but he couldn’t let Kevin die. Not like this.