Of course, Magneto himself was living quite happily. That was because of his strong ability to adjust himself, and had nothing to do with anyone else.
No one from any sector of society had launched support efforts for him. On the contrary, governments around the world were preparing to kill him. The old man lived alone in the mountains without children or family. Thinking about it, it really wasn't easy.
Lorna had once wanted to take care of Magneto for a while. Her biological father had failed to fulfill his responsibilities, but blood ties weren't fake. Unfortunately, Lorna couldn't endure it after just three days. Conditions in the mountains were simply too harsh. After spending all these years eating and drinking well with Director Daisy, Miss Polaris could no longer stand that kind of impoverished life.
Leave him some money? Useless! Magneto wasn't short on money. After leading the Brotherhood of Mutants for so many years, how could he not have money? He was certainly poorer than an old-money tycoon like Professor Charles, but compared to ordinary people, he was far wealthier.
Even if he ran out of money, he could just rummage through the ground, pick up some land mines the German bastards had buried during World War II, and sell them as scrap metal. He would never be poor.
"I think it's time. He has the right to know the truth." The "he" Daisy referred to was undoubtedly Magneto.
Wanda was someone who cared very, very, very much about family. She probably had that mentality of, They're my family, so I have to protect them.
Between family and the world, she would generally choose family first. The world? What the hell was the world?
Previously, she had mailed Magneto quite a few daily necessities anonymously. Daisy had merely