"It really was him. It really was him."
In the old mansion's living room, after learning from Yukio that the people hunting her were indeed her father and fiancé, a trace of sorrow flashed through Mariko's eyes.
Although she had already guessed it, having it confirmed still made her feel a little sad.
"Your father and fiancé are dead. I saw far too much evil in their memories."
At last, Hawking also told her that he had blown up the entire Yashida Family estate.
Yet upon hearing this, Mariko was not particularly agitated. Instead, she seemed somewhat relieved.
"Dead is dead. This is fine too."
To her, her fiancé was a stranger—merely one of her father's business partners. Whether he lived or died meant nothing to her.
As for her father, the moment the truth had been confirmed, she had also let go of the last shred of affection she held for him.
In fact, her mother had died shortly after she was born, while her father had spent all day occupied with social engagements and company matters. He never had time for her and had never treated her kindly.
Her grandfather, Shingen Yashida, had raised her with his own hands. He was the only relative who had truly cared about her.
If those two had remained alive, even if she had inherited her grandfather's fortune, they certainly would not have let the matter rest. She would still have been in great danger afterward.
But if she had truly been asked to kill her own father with her own hands, she would not have been able to do it.
So this outcome was not so bad.
"Now that your father and fiancé are dead, no one will be hunting you anymore. You're safe."
A smile appeared on Wolverine's face as