Dr. Pym's expression changed.
He knew what Hydra stood for.
Yet he merely fell silent, leaving the living room eerily quiet.
After a long while, Pym looked up at Brad with a bitter expression. "Janet won't agree."
"But aren't you the one who calls the shots at home, Dr. Pym?"
Brad looked perfectly calm, as though he had everything under control.
"I... well..."
Under the table, Pym clasped his hands together and kept rubbing them, his face torn with indecision.
"If this is about repaying Dr. Dain for his kindness back then, I think you've already done more than enough over the years, Dr. Pym."
Brad suddenly spoke in an even tone.
Pym jerked his head up and stared at Brad in shock. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips began trembling uncontrollably.
"You... how did you know...?!"
"Oh? Weren't you trying to repay Dr. Dain for recognizing your talent and supporting you back then?"
Brad blinked, seemingly puzzled by Dr. Pym's strong reaction.
Only then did Pym breathe a sigh of relief. He hurriedly wiped away his sweat and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, exactly, that's right. Dr. Dain treated me very well back then... Janet, she... Janet... after that accident, I could barely face her, but she didn't blame me..."
Brad placed a hand on Pym's shoulder and felt his muscles trembling beneath it.
Brad simply smiled and looked into Dr. Pym's eyes. "I know you're someone who takes kindness very seriously, Dr. Pym. Although you didn't have much affection for your current wife back then, you still resolutely married that girl who had just lost her father."
"It was your constant companionship, day and night, that allowed your wife to move past that trauma."
Dr. Pym was dumbfounded.
Was that how it went?
Over the years, Dr.