Edgar

Homelander briefly introduced Edgar.

The man currently ran Vought International and was a businessman through and through.

Supe justice was a business—that was Edgar's operating philosophy.

He was just like a stockbroker on Wall Street.

On Wall Street, few people could predict whether stocks would rise or fall, yet brokers kept pushing stocks on their clients.

It was no win-win arrangement. The brokers only wanted their clients to sink deeper and deeper into buying stocks while they pocketed hefty commissions.

Edgar was the same. He did not care whether Supes did anything that benefited people. He only needed people to believe Supes stood for justice and be willing to pay for it.

After explaining who Edgar was, Homelander let out a breath and sat down on the couch.

"Ryan, why would you want to see the doctor? That man isn't worth meeting."

"There's something I want his help with."

As Ryan answered, he looked toward the kitchen, where Becca was following the dishwasher's instructions to start it.

She looked as though she was thinking, I might as well wash them by hand.

Homelander followed Ryan's gaze toward Becca. "Seeing Becca do housework really makes this feel like a home. She's a good woman."

"That's not what you said when you were arguing with her just now."

"That was that. This is this."

Even with the strained atmosphere in the house, Homelander barely seemed to care. He had always been like that.

He rarely considered other people's feelings.

Time passed slowly. They had another meal that evening, and Ryan stayed the night before leaving home.

Becca still did not want to leave, and Ryan felt he could wait until she was willing.

As he left, Ryan glanced back at the villa within its enclosing walls. It felt even more isolated from