Ch. 550: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 550

Chapter 550

Baimo understood the gravity of the situation and immediately called for Clown. "Take Arlene to the lab and have her examined."

He knew how far these people would go to achieve their goals.

Arlene had risked everything to bring him this information, and for that, she had paid the price.

Arlene took a deep breath. "Teacher Baimo, you don’t need to worry about me. I don’t need treatment right now."

"Your safety is the priority." Baimo’s voice was firm. "We need to know what they’ve done to you."

Arlene felt warmth spread through her chest. Even if Baimo only cared out of humanitarian concern, she couldn't help but cherish the feeling.

Under Baimo’s orders, Clown escorted Arlene to the lab. But after a thorough examination, the researchers shook their heads grimly.

"It’s a highly advanced toxin," one of them reported. "It’s an improved version of the poison Calvin developed. There’s no known cure."

Baimo’s expression darkened. "I thought Calvin’s poison was eradicated?"

With Calvin being dealt with and Pharaoh’s attention shifted to Norah and Cooper, the Yi Tribe had seemingly rid itself of such threats. Yet, here it was again.

"Clown, keep investigating. We can’t allow anyone to threaten the Yi Tribe or the safety of our people."

His voice was ice-cold, his eyes filled with determination. Then, turning to the researchers, he commanded, "I don’t care what it takes. Find a way to save her."

"Yes, sir!"

The researchers didn’t dare disobey.

Arlene felt a pang of gratitude. "Teacher Baimo, thank you for trying to save me. But I’m not afraid of death."

She had delivered the critical information. Baimo could now prepare for what was coming. That was enough for her.

But Baimo knew better. Arlene had sacrificed herself for him. He couldn’t let her die because of him. He refused to carry that guilt.

Over the next few days, Baimo was a constant presence in the lab. His concern didn’t go unnoticed, not even by Freyja.

She watched as Arlene, once strong and resilient, became unrecognizable under the torment of the poison. The researchers were at a loss. And for the first time, Freyja saw Baimo lose his temper.

"Are you all incompetent?" he shouted. "You claim to be scientists, but you can’t even handle this? What’s the point of keeping you here?"

Calvin had been neutralized, and Pharaoh had long abandoned scientific pursuits. The laboratory was meant to serve as a last line of defense for the people, but now it seemed useless.

"Teacher Baimo, don’t blame them…" Arlene’s voice was weak. At first, she had fought against the effects of the poison, but now, she was barely holding on. She was caught between life and death, wishing for an end to her suffering.

She had no regrets. This was her choice. And in the end, if she could die in Baimo’s arms, that was enough.

Arlene looked at Baimo, a fragile smile on her lips, her eyes filled with quiet acceptance.

Freyja saw it all. The way Baimo stayed by Arlene’s side, the way he cared for her, fed her medicine, comforted her.

Just like when she had taken a bullet for him.

Freyja knew Baimo was a good man. But seeing him like this, a deep unease settled in her heart.

Arlene had fought for Baimo just as she had.

And now, Freyja feared she was losing him.

She watched as Baimo carefully tended to Arlene, only stepping away once she fell asleep. The moment he turned around, his gaze met hers.

"Why are you here?" he asked quietly.

Freyja glanced at Arlene. "She’s no secret."

Word had spread throughout the Yi Tribe—Arlene had risked everything to warn Baimo, and in gratitude, Baimo had chosen her.

That was the rumor.

Freyja had come because she couldn’t ignore the looming threat.

Baimo understood her concerns just from the look in her eyes.

"She risked her life for me. I won’t let her die," he stated simply.

That was all there was to it.

Rumors suggested that he would take responsibility for Arlene, that she would take Freyja’s place. But Baimo’s stance was clear. He wouldn’t bind himself to someone out of obligation.

Freyja’s chest tightened. She could hardly believe it—Baimo was explaining himself to her.

"You…"

She didn’t know what to say.

Baimo’s position, his responsibilities—it wasn’t easy for him to offer explanations. Yet here he was, reassuring her.

"What? I’m your fiancé now. If I don’t explain, wouldn’t that be cruel to you? Or do you think I’m the kind of person who wouldn’t care?"

A rare smile tugged at his lips. Then, in a gentle gesture, he reached out and ruffled her hair.

His touch was so soft, his presence so warm.

Freyja’s throat tightened. Unable to hold back, she threw her arms around him.

"Baimo…"

Her voice was thick with emotion.

People said she had won him over by sheer persistence.

But Baimo had always treated her with respect.

He patted her back lightly. "Come on now, don’t cry. Aren’t you a grown woman?"

"I just… I didn’t expect this." Freyja sniffed, her voice hoarse. "I didn’t expect you to fight for me."

For the first time, she regretted the words she had once spoken to Arlene. She knew how far someone would go when driven by desperation.

She had feared Arlene’s schemes, but now she realized—Baimo was hers. And she couldn’t let anyone take him away.

No matter how many women desired him, she would fight for him.

She had to.

"Since I chose to be with you," Baimo said softly, "then I need to be accountable for my decisions. If I couldn’t stand by you, what kind of man would I be?"

He had always valued responsibility. That was why he had once ignored her advances—because he took his commitments seriously.

Now, he was telling her exactly where he stood.

"I originally wanted to take my time and plan the wedding properly," Baimo admitted. "But now…"

He looked into her eyes, unwavering.

"Freyja, we need to move the wedding up."