Ch. 556: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 556

Chapter 556

Baimo clutched his head with both hands and let out a roar of pain.

Seeing him like this shattered Norah’s heart—and Freyja’s even more so, since she was by his side every day.

Norah stepped forward, gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and said softly,"Brother, this isn’t your fault. Please stop blaming yourself..."

But Baimo cut her off."It is my fault. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have died. I’ve seen so many people die, but nothing has ever hit me like this. Norah, do you understand? I watched her die right in front of me..."

His voice was raw, each word forced out like it scraped his throat.

It was the first time Norah had seen him this broken. She wanted to help, but she was completely helpless.

Fearing that Baimo might spiral and hurt himself, Norah quickly called Pharaoh.

Soon, Pharaoh arrived with members from the lab.

His heart ached when he saw Baimo like this.Baimo was his son.

But upon examining him, Pharaoh discovered that Baimo had been secretly taking phenobarbital—a drug he had personally modified to make it addictive.

Baimo had lost control simply because he missed a dose.

Pharaoh immediately laid down strict rules:From now on, no drugs were allowed in the lab without official approval.

He also took action against everyone who had known about Baimo’s drug use.

Baimo was the leader now, and many were just waiting for a chance to bring him down. If word got out about his drug use, those with hidden agendas would definitely exploit it.

Freyja wanted to stay with Baimo, but Pharaoh stopped her.

"Baimo’s disappearance might be due to official matters. But what about you? Why are you missing?"

Freyja realized the weight of his words, but she couldn’t walk away."He didn’t even spend our wedding night with me. He’s been in so much pain lately. If I can’t stay by his side now, then what am I?"

Her voice cracked, as if something was caught in her throat.

Her chest felt like it was being crushed by invisible hands.

Baimo had thought about this too. Circumstances had forced them apart, and she’d been left out. But now, she wasn’t backing down.

"Dad, please… let me stay with him."

Pharaoh didn’t speak. His expression was grave.

Norah couldn’t bear to see Freyja so heartbroken."Dad, let my sister-in-law stay. You’re managing the Yi tribe—things will be fine for now."

After thinking it through, Pharaoh nodded."Alright. Stay and take care of him."

"Thank you, Dad..."

Freyja wiped her tears and immediately rushed to Baimo’s side.

She gripped his hand tightly, her heart resolute.

No matter what happened, no matter when or where—she would never leave him. She would share life and death with Baimo.

She even blamed herself for not protecting him, for letting things spiral so far that he turned to medication to cope.

Baimo heard every word she said.

When her tears finally spilled, he reached up and gently wiped them from her cheeks.

"Silly girl… none of this is your fault. Why are you crying?"

The moment he opened his eyes, Freyja was overwhelmed with relief.

"Baimo, you’re awake! You have no idea how scared I was..."

He stroked her hair and smiled faintly."I’m sorry I made you worry."

"Baimo, please get better. You can’t leave me. We still have so much left to do—too many things we’d regret missing out on."She held him tightly, her voice hoarse, clinging to him as though her fear could be crushed if she just held on hard enough.

As for Arlene…

Forget everything else—just look at the basics.

She had choices. But she didn’t take them.

She didn’t want Baimo to carry this guilt forever.

Baimo gently stroked Freyja’s head."I heard everything you said. I’ll try to climb out of the darkness. I promise."

Freyja told him she didn’t care about the past. And Baimo understood where things had gone wrong—he didn’t blame her.

Jace arrived soon after he got the news.

Baimo’s addiction was partly Pharaoh’s doing, and it was now Jace’s responsibility to provide him with counseling.

Baimo understood some of it.

But he couldn’t get past the pain. After all, Arlene had died in his arms—because of him.

Jace understood.

He put Baimo under hypnosis and slowly unraveled the knots in his heart.

Baimo’s voice was hoarse."I didn’t kill Arlene… but she died because of me. I never knew death could feel so heavy… or come so quietly."

Tears welled in his eyes and spilled down silently.

Jace spoke in a calm whisper."Regret is part of life. You did what you could. That doesn’t mean you give up. Yes, the truth is harsh—but it’s not your fault. For her, maybe death was a kind of peace. So many people were in that slave camp. During Pharaoh’s experiments, Calvin was interfering. How many lives were lost? Baimo, we’re not heartless. But the dead are gone. We, the living, have to keep going.

You still have your father, your wife, your sister—and the entire Yi tribe counting on you. If something happens to you, what will become of them?"

Jace knew Baimo better than anyone. He couldn’t let him fall into this spiral.

Responsibility—that was what Baimo held most sacred. And Jace knew he had to appeal to that.

Baimo didn’t speak. His face twisted in pain, his silence deafening.

Jace pressed on."Baimo, as the leader of the Yi tribe, you carry the hopes of a nation. You're not just a man anymore. Arlene had feelings for you—otherwise, she never would've dared to hurt you, knowing who you are."

There was nothing else Jace could say—Arlene’s fate was tragic.

Still, Baimo remained silent.

So Jace continued,"Every person has their own fate. Her death is heartbreaking—but the country still needs you. And Freyja… how long have you two been married? Are you really going to destroy yourself and leave her a widow?"

As soon as Jace mentioned Freyja, her face appeared in Baimo’s mind.

And slowly, the darkness in his eyes began to clear.

He pressed his lips together and whispered,"I understand."