The familiar Stars and Stripes cape, the familiar blue suit and appearance—probably no one in the world could fail to recognize Homelander. Becca was even less likely to forget.
"You're my son. What's your name?"
Seeing Ryan, Homelander was both shocked and delighted. He ignored her completely, strode over, grabbed Ryan by the shoulders, and asked eagerly.
The moment he learned where Becca and her son were, he had rushed over at top speed.
"From now on, I won't be alone in this world anymore. I may not have parents, but I have a son. I have the next generation."
He would have a blood relative who would love him forever and never betray him.
Looking at his son, Homelander's joy and the love bursting from him became boundless in an instant.
"..."
But Ryan was frightened by the man who had suddenly appeared and couldn't speak.
Homelander was clever, and when it came to his son, he was patient. He tried to make his voice gentler, intending to take things step by step.
"Do you know me?"
"Homelander."
Ryan answered blankly.
"Good. Actually, you..."
"Listen, you're scaring Ryan!"
Though she was afraid of Homelander, who had reappeared after eight years, when Ryan was involved, Becca, as his mother, feared no one.
Angrily, she pulled away Homelander, who had appeared out of nowhere and wanted to continue. She sent Ryan out to play in the yard, then took Homelander into the house, intending to warn him not to scare Ryan.
But suddenly...
Inside the house, Homelander's casual gaze was drawn to a photo in a frame. He snatched it up in disbelief.
"Why is he here?!"
A familiar, hateful figure.
In the photo, Ron stood with Becca and her son, his expression cold. One man, one woman, and one child,