Gaius's Divination Shop.
Jean's phone suddenly rang. Aaron glanced at the caller ID, sneered, and ignored it.
To prevent something like this, he had specifically asked Jane to bring Jean to the workshop and teach her how to brew the simplest yet most time-consuming potion.
"Master, shouldn't we tell the mistress?" Fawkes tilted his head, a hint of confusion in his intelligent eyes.
"Why do you think I took her away from Mutant Academy?
Wasn't it because I didn't want her to avoid this upheaval?"
"She'll find out sooner or later." Hela shook her head slightly. "Do you think she'll blame you for hiding it from her?"
"Blame me? Why would she blame me?" Aaron spread his hands with feigned confusion. "I had no idea anyone had called her."
"How... shameless." Hela said disdainfully.
"Your Highness Hela, if you want to survive in this chaotic universe, you need to have a thick skin.
You can despise my character, but you can't deny my approach. At the very least, it's the simplest and most effective protection I can think of for my woman as a man."
Hela rolled her eyes, left speechless.
"It won't go through," Scott said anxiously.
"Maybe she doesn't have her phone with her!" Piotr said unconcernedly. "Or maybe she simply doesn't want to answer your call. It wouldn't be good if Aaron got the wrong idea."
Scott: ...
That hurt. It fucking hurt.
"Ororo, call Jean."
Ororo nodded and dialed Jean's number from her own phone.
"They switched callers." Aaron looked at the caller ID with even more contempt in his eyes. He still pretended not to notice, casually stuffing the phone into the gap in the sofa.
"Still no answer." Ororo let out a soft sigh. "Maybe she really doesn't have her phone with her!"
"Keep