Ch. 527: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 527

Chapter 527

Norah leaned her forehead against Cooper’s, her voice soft and shaky. “I’m sorry, Cooper. Your mom’s back…”

“Don’t blame her…” Cooper murmured, his eyes sparkling like stars despite his frail frame. He adored Norah—loved her so much he’d give anything to stay by her side forever. Blame her? Never.

And his dad was back too.

Cooper reached out with a thin hand, wiping the tears from Norah’s face. She couldn’t help but notice how different he was from other kids—chubby ones with plump little fingers. Cooper was all skin and bones.

Then she remembered the antidote Kevin had brought. Her eyes snapped to him. “Take it to my dad—fast. We need to know if it’s legit.”

If it was, perfect. If not, they hadn’t fallen for some trap, and they’d lose nothing. Either way, they’d have to keep a close eye on Kevin moving forward.

Kevin nodded, stepping toward Norah and Cooper. He slung an arm around her shoulder, then planted a gentle kiss on Cooper’s forehead. “Hey, buddy,” he said, voice steady. “It’s gonna be okay. Just a little cold, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

Cooper gave a weak nod.

Kevin squeezed Norah’s shoulder one more time before heading out.

He handed the antidote to Pharaoh, who wasted no time getting it tested—alongside Jace, just to be sure. Good news: it was the real deal. Kevin took it immediately, then bolted back to Norah as fast as he could.

Jace, meanwhile, stood frozen, lost in thought.

Pharaoh’s low voice cut through the silence. “What do you think of this guy?” He’d been watching Jace the whole time, half-expecting him to pull something. But Jace hadn’t. He’d just… stood there.

Jace caught the hint in Pharaoh’s tone and let out a dry, bitter laugh. “I just want her to be happy,” he said quietly. That was it. As long as Norah was okay, nothing else mattered. For her, he’d help Kevin a thousand times over. Because Norah loved him. Seeing her happy was enough.

Over on Baimo’s side, things were heating up.

The clown rushed to him, voice tense. “Young Master Baimo, trouble’s brewing in the west.”

Baimo’s eyes darkened. He shot to his feet. “Let’s go.”

By the time they got there, chaos had already taken over.

“What do we do now, Young Master?” the clown asked, glancing at Baimo.

A cold smirk tugged at Baimo’s lips. “Simple. If there’s a problem, you take out the guy who started it.” Ruthlessness glinted in his gaze.

“Eat up, drink up, boys! Stick with me, and the good times are just getting started!” A massive, larger-than-life man raised a bowl of wine, his voice booming with confidence. Cheers erupted from the crowd below.

Someone piped up, hesitant. “Boss, word is that Baimo guy’s coming. You scared?”

The big man scoffed, eyes flashing with contempt. “Baimo? If he’s dumb enough to show his face, he’s not walking out of here alive. I’d be more worried he’s too chicken to try.”

The crowd roared in agreement. “Yeah, Boss is the real deal! Baimo’s nothing!”

The praise puffed him up even more—until a voice cut through the noise.

“Talking about me, huh? Sounds like a party. Guess I’d better crash it.” Baimo strolled in, a faint smile playing on his lips. But his eyes? Ice-cold.

The room went dead silent.

The big man’s gaze narrowed, sobering up fast. “You’re Baimo?”

Baimo didn’t bother with words. He pulled his gun and fired. The shot grazed the guy, and that was it—temper flared. “What are you idiots standing around for? Kill him!” the man bellowed.

But Baimo and the clown moved like shadows—too quick, too unpredictable. The goons couldn’t pin them down. The big man gritted his teeth, tracking Baimo’s blur of motion. Finally, he lined up a shot, a grin splitting his face. This punk was done for.

The clown’s eyes widened in panic. Then, out of nowhere, a figure lunged in front of Baimo. The bullet tore through her, blood spraying as Freyja crumpled.

Baimo caught her, firing back at the big man in one fluid motion, dropping him. He gripped Freyja tight. She looked up at him, a faint smile in her eyes—peaceful, satisfied, even as her strength faded.

“Freyja, you idiot!” Baimo’s voice cracked with fury. “I won’t let you die, you hear me? If you do, I swear I won’t feel bad. I won’t miss you. I won’t spend my life beating myself up over it. Don’t you dare pull that on me!”

He’d made it clear to her—he didn’t want debts, didn’t want anyone sacrificing for him. But here she was, bleeding out in his arms. If she died, how was he supposed to face her parents? How could he ever repay this?

Freyja’s smile faltered, weak but warm. “Young Master Baimo… I know. But I’m happy…” Her body went limp, and she passed out.

“Clown!” Baimo roared.

The clown snapped to his side.

“Get her to the lab—now!” Baimo barked.

“Yes, sir!” The clown didn’t hesitate.

Freyja’s condition pulled Pharaoh away from Cooper’s side and back to the lab. Even Jace got dragged in. Baimo’s order was simple: “I don’t care how you do it—she doesn’t die.”

He couldn’t let her go out like this. He refused to owe her a life, refused to carry that guilt forever.

Pharaoh shot Jace a look, and they disappeared into the lab without a word to Baimo.

Finally, Pharaoh stepped out.

Baimo rushed him, voice tight. “How is she?”

Pharaoh had never seen him like this—so rattled. More than that time he’d wanted Norah dead. It didn’t add up. Baimo always swore he didn’t love Freyja, didn’t want her. So why this?

Baimo’s jaw clenched, his face grim. “Stop staring at me like that. I just don’t want her dying because of me.”

“Really?” Pharaoh’s tone dripped with skepticism. Just didn’t want her to die? That excuse felt flimsy.

Baimo had clawed his way to where he was, surrounded by loyal people who’d bled for him. But this freakout over Freyja? It was different. Weird.

“Baimo,” Pharaoh pressed, “you keep saying that. So tell me—what made you give her up in the first place?”