"Daisy, sweetheart, I'm your father!" Carl cried excitedly to Wanda.
Wanda: "..."
She had once had the tiniest doubt about her origins, since she didn't look much like her parents. But even so, she looked far more like them than she did this lunatic standing before her!
"What are you talking about? I'm not your daughter!"
Wanda was about to explain, but Carl rudely cut her off. The man roared, "No, I am your father, and you are my daughter! There's no doubt about it. Your powers, your age, the fact that you're investigating your own origins... I should have realized it sooner."
This man had to be crazy.
Wanda had telepathic abilities. Though she couldn't use them at the moment, she had seen all kinds of madness. This man had fallen into a kind of delusion, as if he had hypnotized himself.
No matter how Wanda tried to explain, he probably wouldn't believe her. He would only cling to his own delusion.
"Daisy, sweetheart, it wasn't your mother's fault or mine. It was those bastards. They hurt your mother and took you away! I've been looking for you all these years, and I've wanted to get revenge on them, too. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do on my own. But now everything's all right. You've finally come back to your father. I promise I won't let anyone tear our family apart again." Carl spoke to Wanda.
His words were filled with pain and regret, along with a deep sense of guilt—the remorse of a father for a daughter he had lost for so many years.
For a moment, Wanda didn't know how to handle the situation. A lunatic could do anything, so all she could do was try to calm Carl down. "If... if you're my father, could