When Carl opened the door again, Wanda recoiled several steps like a startled bird.
The savage look on Carl's face had faded somewhat, but Wanda noticed that he had changed clothes. As soon as the door opened, a strong stench of blood flooded in, making her feel a little sick.
"What happened to those three people?" Wanda asked nervously.
Carl only smiled. Instead of answering, he said to Wanda, "Sweetheart Daisy, now that you've found me, this place isn't safe anymore. I'll take you away from here. Otherwise, they'll be on our doorstep soon."
Wanda's heart clenched. She knew she was in grave danger. Whoever those three people had been, they were probably dead by now. And after killing them, Carl had taken his time changing clothes, seemingly without the slightest concern for the three lives he had taken.
A lunatic like him was terrifying. Wanda only wanted to get away from there as soon as possible. Unfortunately, her abilities were sealed, and Carl clearly had superhuman strength. She had no way to fight back.
"Where are you taking me?" Wanda asked tentatively.
Carl's smile widened. "Home, of course."
Carl reached for Wanda's hand, but she instinctively pulled away. His hand froze in midair, and his expression darkened. Still, he tried to speak gently. "I'm sorry I let you down before. These past years must have been hard for you. But it's all right. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll give you everything."
"Actually, I have a brother, too. His name is Pietro," Wanda said.
Carl paused, then said in confusion, "No, you're my only daughter. I don't have any other children."
"So, what I mean is... could you have mistaken me for someone else?" Wanda asked cautiously.
"No! Impossible! There's no way! You're my daughter. Otherwise,