Hope stared blankly at the document held out before her.
Her trembling hand reached out, her fingertips touching the cold file folder, yet it felt as though she could sense that man's burning heart.
For the sake of loving her, he had handed over even his life and all his life's work to her without reservation.
"I understand..." Hope took a deep breath and turned to Hank Pym.
"Father... give me the Pym Particle formula."
Hank Pym's heart jolted.
He looked at his daughter's face, filled with determination. He understood that this was not a discussion. It was an ultimatum.
This daughter, who seemed to have transformed overnight, reminded him of the young Janet van Dyne.
If he said no today, he would lose the only family he had left in this world forever and completely.
His life had already been filled with regrets. He could not lose his only daughter as well.
Besides, he could not resist the temptation of possibly bringing his wife home.
He let out a long sigh, extended his aged hand, and gently patted his daughter's shoulder.
"Originally, I had planned to find a suitable opportunity to hand all of this over to you..."
"I just never expected it to happen under these circumstances. I was too stubborn, Hope. If I had trusted that young man sooner, perhaps everything would have been different."
Hope clutched the inheritance papers tightly. She did not blame her father aloud; nothing she said now could bring back the man who had become lost while protecting her.
Mary stepped forward at the right moment, glanced at Hope's ankle, which had begun to bleed again, and said with concern.
"Ms. Dane. Grief cannot open the Gulliver Tunnel, and your injury needs immediate treatment. If it becomes infected, it will severely affect