Ch. 554: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 554

Chapter 554This was Baimo’s most heartfelt and helpless wish.

He had believed his father would be able to cure Arlene’s poisoning. But in the end, his father couldn’t do anything. All Baimo could do was watch her die.

He stayed by Arlene’s side through the night, then buried her himself.

Freyja didn’t come looking for him. She knew he was grieving and needed space. She understood and chose to wait.

Life is full of regrets.

She hugged Baimo. She didn’t say a word—because sometimes silence speaks louder than anything.

“Take a shower and get some rest. Some things are beyond our control. But those of us who are still here… we have to keep going. The Yi people need us.”

She had made up her mind: she would be a good wife, and she’d stand by Baimo’s side to build a better future for their people.

Baimo opened his mouth, wanting to say something—but the words wouldn’t come. It was like something was stuck in his throat.

His heart felt unbearably heavy, as if crushed under a massive weight.

Freyja said in a raspy voice, “Arlene was a good person. She gave her life to protect you from those who wanted to hurt you.”

If Arlene had been a coward, she would’ve worked with the enemy.

But she didn’t.

Because of her, Baimo found out about the plot in time—and took them down.

“Baimo, from now on, let’s visit her grave every year and take care of her family.”

“…Yeah.”

“About our wedding night… I’m sorry—”

Baimo’s lips trembled into a bitter smile. His voice was hoarse.

Arlene had truly cared for him and died for him. Freyja also loved him deeply—she almost died for him too. Yet on the night he married Freyja, he’d been with someone else.

Freyja gently ran her fingers through his hair. “Look at you. I know you. I understand. How could I ever blame you? This wedding was for show. I don’t feel hurt at all. As long as you're with me, every day from now on will feel like our wedding night. I’ll be with you—working to build the future of the Yi people.”

She meant every word. But Arlene’s family… they wouldn’t take it so lightly.

Especially Arlene’s brother.

Arlene had been grateful to both Baimo and Norah, and she knew they were good people. But this time, it involved her own sister.

Pharaoh had spent years in the lab. He’d experimented through wars, slave camps, and on medicine men—yet in the end, he still had no cure?

Norah had brought Cooper back. Pharaoh had performed surgery on Cooper—and on Kevin too.

Ahshan was furious. “I get it. We’re not your family. We’re just civilians. Our lives mean nothing to you. You had all this knowledge and power, and you still let my sister die? What did she ever do wrong? Even poisoned, she never betrayed you!”

Arlene had served as a soldier. Now, only Ahshan and Arlene remained in their family. And now, she was gone—he was alone in the world.

He’d rushed over as soon as he heard the news. He didn’t care about the consequences anymore. What was the worst that could happen? If he offended Pharaoh or Baimo, would they kill him? Fine. He had nothing left to lose.

“I know I was wrong before. But I didn’t know what else to do. The poison in Kevin was cured by his own father.”

“Cooper had a bone marrow transplant. As for the rest… I was just helping him recover.”

“Then what about all your research? What about the medicine men?”

Ahshan shouted, the pain in his chest almost unbearable. There had been thousands of people in those slave camps. After all those experiments, there were no results? Even with all the Yi people’s medicinal herbs?

How could they not save his sister?

Wasn’t it just because she had feelings for Baimo, and they didn’t want her to be a distraction?

Ahshan clutched his chest. It hurt so bad. “You could’ve saved her! You had the power! Why didn’t you save her?”

Worried that Ahshan might lose control, Baimo stepped in front of Pharaoh. His voice was firm. “I tried everything, but I failed. I couldn’t save your sister. That’s on me. If you want revenge, take my life.”

His eyes were steady.

“No! You’re the leader of the Yi people now. If someone has to die to make things right, then take my life instead!”

Freyja loved Baimo too much to watch him die. She immediately stepped in front of him, shielding him with her body.

Baimo and Freyja were newlyweds. Their marriage had a purpose. Even their wedding night was filled with regrets.

If either of them died now, what would be the point of it all?

At that moment, Pharaoh stood up and said calmly, “If you think I’m the one who let you down, then kill me.”

Pharaoh’s tone was calm.

Baimo was his most promising successor. Everyone in the Yi tribe knew his abilities. If Baimo died, it would be a massive loss for the entire tribe.

Even if he had to die—Baimo couldn’t.

The living must live well and carry on. Baimo and Freyja had done nothing wrong. If anyone was to blame, it was Pharaoh. He was willing to take full responsibility.

Ahshan was overwhelmed with grief. But if he killed Pharaoh or Baimo now, wouldn’t he become the enemy of the whole tribe?

Pharaoh had made mistakes—he’d ignored the Yi people while conducting experiments, giving Calvin the opening to launch an attack. That led to years of war.

Yes, Pharaoh was wrong.

But he had also once led the Yi tribe to greatness. And now, there was Baimo, doing his part in his own way. The tribe was finally at peace.

“Ahshan.”

Before he could respond, a soft, hoarse voice echoed from the distance.

He turned and saw Norah slowly walking toward him.

He could still vividly remember how she’d protected him with her body five years ago.

“Teacher Norah…”

She’d only taught him briefly, but a teacher is like a parent. And she had saved his life.

Norah walked up to Ahshan, her expression firm. “I only taught you for an hour, but you still call me ‘Teacher.’ What about Baimo?”

Baimo had taught them much longer—yet Ahshan no longer acknowledged him?

Norah wanted him to think about that.

Then, in a calm voice, she said, “You have to understand, Baimo didn’t want your sister to die. It was those people. And he’s already captured them. He’ll get justice for you and your sister.”

“Justice? She’s already dead. What justice is there?” Ahshan sneered, bitter to the core. “Pharaoh had all those experiments, all those medicine men. How could he still not find a cure?”