Ch. 528: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 528

Chapter 528

Baimo remained silent, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. His handsome face carried a shadow of gloom.

"Do you need my—"

"No, I don’t."

Before Pharaoh could finish his sentence, Baimo cut him off without hesitation.

In a solemn voice, Baimo stated, "Feelings only hold people back. And besides… with our status, we’re not meant to live like ordinary people."

Starting a family, building a home, having a wife and children—it was common for others. But for them…

Their responsibilities to the Yi tribe came first. Their position was predetermined. They had made a commitment to the nation. There was no space for personal lives, no time to split themselves between duty and a small family of their own.

Most importantly—his mother.

After his mother’s passing, his father had spiraled into a long period of despair. Eventually, no other woman stood beside him. But the ones who did… they all carried remnants of his mother’s shadow.

His mother had been the sacrifice.

Now, as the leader of the Yi tribe, Baimo understood that he was destined to follow the same path as his father.

He couldn’t split himself between duty and personal happiness.

And if that was the case, it was better not to marry at all—better to have no children.

That way, no child of his would ever have to go through what he had.

Pharaoh understood everything just by looking into Baimo’s steady, cold eyes.

A heavy breath escaped Pharaoh’s lips. The weight on his chest was suffocating.

After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke.

"If these responsibilities are too much, it’s better to be as free as Julie."

When speaking to Baimo, Pharaoh always referred to Norah as "Julie."

He felt guilty towards Norah, but when it came to Baimo…

This son, he owed him even more.

Since Baimo’s childhood, Pharaoh had failed to give him the love and companionship he deserved. Even the mistakes of the past had fallen onto Baimo’s shoulders.

No wonder Baimo had never sought out love or marriage. No wonder he had chosen solitude.

It was all because of him.

At that moment, Pharaoh felt like an unforgivable sinner.

Baimo looked up at him in disbelief.

It was incredible. But everything unfolding before him was real.

"So, in the end, I’m still benefiting from Julie’s light," Baimo said, deliberately teasing.

He wasn’t trying to compare himself to Norah, but deep inside, something about the situation unsettled him.

Pharaoh didn’t respond. His heart clenched, as if grasped by an invisible hand. His breathing grew heavy, and his chest ached.

Julie had been the greatest pain of his life. Ever since she disappeared without a trace, he had obsessed over finding her.

But there had never been any news.

He had thrown himself into his work, not just for career and ambition, but out of madness—a desperate attempt to bring back the woman he had lost.

But it had all been an illusion, a fantasy. He had been chasing something impossible.

Pharaoh took a deep breath. "I’m sorry for neglecting you all these years. Now, go and do what you want. As for the Yi tribe—so long as there’s someone capable of leading them toward a better future, it doesn’t have to be a hereditary system."

Pharaoh smiled faintly, relief softening his features. But the mist in his eyes made Baimo’s heart ache.

Patting his son’s shoulder, Pharaoh added, "I just want you to be happy. Freyja is a good girl."

Baimo’s throat tightened. He wanted to say something more, but before he could, Pharaoh had already turned and walked away.

Moments later, Freyja was wheeled out.

Lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale, concealed behind a heavy oxygen mask.

Baimo didn’t say a word—he just followed her. At this moment, his place was by Freyja’s side. It was a responsibility he could no longer ignore.

She had risked her life to save him. He couldn’t turn his back on that.

Norah arrived.

She had heard about Baimo’s accident and how Freyja had sacrificed herself to protect him.

Worried about Baimo, she wanted to see him.

But Kevin stopped her. "If your brother was seriously hurt, do you think everyone would be this calm? There would have been a bigger commotion."

That made sense. But still—she barely knew Freyja.

Without confirmation of Baimo’s condition, Freyja wouldn’t have left his side.

Norah decided to go anyway.

To her surprise, Baimo remained by Freyja’s side.

Norah knew how Freyja felt about Baimo. Not wanting to disturb them, she quietly turned to leave.

But Pharaoh stopped her. "Norah, wait."

She turned to see her father standing before her.

"Dad."

She didn’t know why he had stopped her, but she still greeted him.

Though they had accepted him, their relationship was far from the warmth of a typical father and daughter.

Norah had never taken the initiative to seek him out.

Pharaoh remained silent for a moment before speaking. "I need your help with your brother."

Norah immediately understood.

She shook her head. "Dad, I can’t interfere in his personal life."

Love was not something that could be forced.

Pharaoh told her everything about his conversation with Baimo and revealed his inner thoughts.

"You are both my children. Your mother left too soon, and that was my failure. I want to make things right now. I don’t want Baimo to spend his whole life trapped by duty. I want him to be happy."

"And I want you to be happy too."

Worried Norah might think he was playing favorites, Pharaoh quickly added the last part.

Norah understood.

Baimo hadn’t accepted Freyja because he was shackled by responsibility.

But if those responsibilities were lifted… perhaps he and Freyja could have a chance.

Pharaoh wanted Norah to speak to Baimo.

She pursed her lips before softly saying, "I’ll try my best."

If Baimo was unwilling, she wouldn’t push him.

Pharaoh clarified, "I’m not saying he has to be with Freyja. Just that he shouldn’t live his life alone."

No matter what, anything was better than solitude.

But Baimo remained by Freyja’s side, waiting for her to wake up.

Norah knew it wasn’t the right time to intervene. She would have to wait for a better opportunity.

Meanwhile, Kevin was already looking at wedding dresses.

He owed Norah a wedding.

And now, it was time to give it to her.

He didn’t tell her, though. He wanted it to be a surprise.

But his exhaustion crept in.

By the time Norah returned, Kevin was already asleep.

She reached to cover him with a thin blanket.

But as she leaned in—

Kevin muttered softly in his sleep, "Bianca."

Norah froze.

She hadn’t heard that name in a long time.

Bianca was dead.

But Kevin had called for her in his dreams.

That name still carried so much weight in his heart.

Norah’s breathing grew heavy. A rush of emotions flooded through her.

Because… she suddenly remembered their first time together.

Kevin had been drunk, mumbling incoherently.

And back then, too—he had called out Bianca’s name.