Fox stood on the city wall, her expression grim. The green bloodstains on her clothes showed that she had just been fighting outside the city.
Hela, whose temper was usually poor, was surprisingly understanding for once. She offered some decidedly insincere consolation. "You should hear Alvin out instead of seeing that he has another son and acting like an abandoned, resentful wife.
"Maybe the child was adopted. Alvin has plenty of experience with that..."
Fox stared at the mushroom cloud in the distance, raised by the crash of a spaceship, and said viciously, "Can't you tell how much that kid looks like Alvin?
"The way he looked at me definitely wasn't like we'd only been apart for a moment. Maybe he spent sixteen years in another world."
Hela waved a hand dismissively. "Alvin would never do something like that. He's had plenty of chances. How long has that long-legged girl been waiting for him? After all that, you still don't trust him?
"That kid looks at least twenty. There must be something going on that we don't know about.
"I understand why you're angry. I'd even be happy to see you do something stupid. But this is the decisive battle. You need to keep your head in the game. If you hold us back now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
As Hela spoke, Alvin came up the stairs to the wall...
Seeing the murderous aura surrounding Fox, Alvin walked over helplessly and put an arm around her waist. "You have to give me a chance to explain before you decide what I'm guilty of.
"I could never disappoint someone who waited sixteen years for me..."
Fox immediately caught the implication. She looked at Alvin oddly. "You mean, besides us, there's someone else who waited sixteen years