Lake chuckled when he heard Natasha's words.
How could he not know?
However, just as Lake had said countless times before, he respected and understood that everyone should have the freedom to speak their mind and the freedom of spirit.
What you thought was none of his business. But you could think whatever you wanted. However, if you turned those thoughts into reality, then, sorry.
Just like the countless reporters and countless little Black people who had now settled in the Pacific Ocean.
You had your freedom.
He had his principles.
As long as your freedom did not touch his principles, you were free. But if it did, then, sorry—you could go vacation in the Pacific Ocean.
So...
Lake looked at Natasha with some relief. "In the end, the only one who ever rebelled against me was that one delinquent son. I never had a rebellious daughter."
That was what comforted Lake.
Sure enough.
This once again proved an old saying: daughters were cotton-padded jackets, while sons were genuine delinquents.
The corner of Natasha's mouth twitched slightly, but she also understood exactly what had happened here.
She was a life-form from this universe. At the very least, she had been born in this universe.
In 1984, on the little broken planet designated 159, Natasha was born. Then she was sent to the Main Universe, but had been transported to the year 1928 according to the Main Universe's timeline.
Then...
As the timeline progressed, Natasha entered the Red Room and became a Black Widow. Later, she killed Dreykov and defected to S.H.I.E.L.D. Then, on Gardiners Island, she comprehended the power of the Cosmo and was completely reborn from the flames.
And then things reached the present.
A chance encounter at the Manhattan port had directly led Natasha to find two amulets