Chapter 497

Norah’s biological father was revealed to be a pharaoh of the Yi tribe, a man whose reign was marked by brutality. His rule was plagued by internal conflict, with his followers burning villages, killing innocents, and looting without mercy. He even established slave camps and conducted horrific experiments on living people. The exposure of his crimes sent shockwaves across international forums, and Norah, once a respected journalist advocating for peace, was now branded as the “Demon Daughter.” The revelation sparked outrage, with people questioning how someone so kind-hearted could be the child of such a monster.

“Look at her father! How could she possibly be any different?””Our country is too lenient. If it weren’t for our commitment to peace, the Yi tribe would have been wiped out by now!””Norah’s a fraud. Her father’s a monster, and she pretends to be some kind of justice warrior.””She’s a spy planted by the pharaoh in the capital!””Didn’t she used to be married to Kevin? And then he died in the Yi tribe. She probably killed him herself!””She’s a traitor! She doesn’t deserve to call herself a journalist. She’s a hypocrite!””Let’s report her to the Craggaville Letters and Visits Bureau. The army needs to arrest her and make her pay!””She deserves to die!”

Norah read every single comment. The reports she had written were meant to bring justice and advocate for peace, but instead of sparking change, they had turned into a weapon against her. The words cut deeper than any blade, and though she had witnessed life and death firsthand over the past five years, the cruelty of the accusations still stung.

Baimo, standing by her side, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Julie, if these people won’t accept you, come back to the Yi tribe with me. You’ll always have a place there.”

Norah didn’t respond immediately. Her dark eyes were clouded with confusion and doubt, but also a quiet determination. She looked at Baimo, searching for answers.

“Julie, I want you to come back, but I would never resort to such underhanded tactics. If I had wanted to, I wouldn’t have told my father five years ago that you were coming to Country S to become a war correspondent,” Baimo said, his voice steady and sincere.