Ch. 525: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 525

Chapter 525

Norah and Kevin were on their way back to the Yi tribe.

They had rented a car, sitting together in the back seat. Norah kept a close watch on Kevin’s condition, relieved to see it wasn’t worsening.

But midway through their journey, they were stopped.

Kevin’s first instinct was that it was Mousse.

He pressed Norah down slightly and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'll get out and check. If things go south, you make the driver keep going. Stick to the plan, but you have to stay in the Yi tribe."

If Mousse had decided to ignore the international backlash, then so be it. As long as Norah and Cooper were safe, that was enough for Kevin.

Norah shook her head firmly. "You told me—no matter what happens, you’ll stay by my side. Now you're telling me to leave again? That’s not happening, Kevin. Don’t go back on your word."

Before Kevin could respond, a car pulled up in front of them. More vehicles followed, stopping at a distance. Though they didn’t close in, their presence was intimidating.

Kevin's expression darkened.

But then, only one person stepped out—a man Kevin recognized as Mousse’s personal bodyguard. Kevin quickly scanned him.

No weapons.

The bodyguard approached the car and stopped beside it. His voice was clear and respectful. "Young Master, the President sent me to deliver the antidote."

Instead of relief, suspicion flickered in Kevin and Norah’s eyes. Mousse had never been one to concede easily. Even as they left, they hadn’t expected him to willingly hand over the antidote.

Kevin feared a trap.

The bodyguard, noticing their hesitation, spoke again. "Young Master, the whole world is watching the President now. If he truly wanted to deal with you, he would’ve acted back in country S. If you don’t trust me, you can test the antidote yourself."

The bodyguard moved carefully, placing a small white porcelain bottle on the ground before stepping back. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

Silence stretched between Kevin and Norah.

Finally, Kevin pushed open the car door and picked up the bottle, his grip tightening around it.

"Why did Mousse change his mind?" Kevin questioned. "You work for him—you must know something."

The bodyguard shook his head. "I don’t know why the President decided this. If you want answers, you’ll have to ask him yourself."

With that, he left.

Kevin hesitated briefly, then pulled out his phone and called Mousse. The line rang for a long time. Just when Kevin thought Mousse wouldn’t answer, his deep voice finally came through. "What is it?"

Kevin paused before speaking. "Why did you change your mind?"

Mousse chuckled. "After everything Norah has done, do you really think I wouldn’t give you the antidote?"

Then his voice turned cold. "From now on, stay out of my country. Never set foot on my territory again."

With that, he hung up.

The abrupt disconnection left Kevin staring at his phone. Mousse wasn’t a man who changed his mind easily, but clearly, he had calculated his risks. His reputation mattered more to him than his personal grudge.

Kevin put his phone away and turned to Norah. "We’ll take the antidote back and have it tested. If it’s real, I’ll finally be free of the poison. Then, we can return to the capital and start the life you’ve always wanted."

Meanwhile, Cooper wasn’t doing well.

His fever had spiked to 104°F, throwing Pharaoh into a panic.

After a full examination, Pharaoh sighed in relief—it was just a common cold. If it had been something more serious, like rejection or a reaction to his treatment, he wouldn’t have known how to explain it to Norah.

Pharaoh immediately tried cooling Cooper down, but when that didn’t work, he gave him an IV drip and stayed by his side, refusing to leave even for a moment.

Gradually, Cooper’s condition improved. Even Baimo, concerned about him, personally made porridge for him.

Freyja, seeing Baimo alone in the kitchen, quickly stepped forward. "You’re the leader of the Yi tribe now. If people see you doing this, they might not approve—maybe you should let someone else—"

Baimo cut her off without looking at her. "So making porridge for my nephew is beneath me? If that’s the case, then my years as a teacher were a disgrace too, right?"

His cold tone left Freyja momentarily stunned. But she had made her choice—to stay by Baimo’s side, no matter how hard it was.

"That’s not what I meant," she insisted. "I wasn’t criticizing you, I was just thinking about—"

"I don’t need status or titles."

Baimo’s words were firm. If he had cared about power, he wouldn’t have let the children in the tribe continue calling him "Teacher Baimo."

Freyja swallowed hard. She had wanted to offer her help, but Baimo didn’t even give her the chance.

His next words stung even more. "Leave. Stop wasting your time on me. I’ll only engage with you when it’s necessary for cooperation."

"Why?" Freyja’s voice cracked. "We were close before! Or do you just hate women?" Her throat tightened as she spoke.

Baimo hadn’t rejected her outright before. But now that she had confessed her feelings, he was shutting her out completely.

Her mind raced with doubts.

Baimo had been patient before, but her persistence was wearing thin. Frustration flickered in his expression, and when he finally looked at her, his dark eyes were cold and sharp.

Silence filled the room, heavier than words.

For a brief second, Freyja felt a flash of fear—but she was too far in to back down now.

"If you don’t like women, just say it! Otherwise, why are you rejecting me so completely? Why did you let me stay close before?" She clenched her fists, determined to get an answer.