"Your mother convinced me to let her work alongside me."
The elderly man finally revealed to his daughter the secret he had kept buried in his heart for years. Dr. Pym began telling Hope the story:
"They all called your mother the Wasp."
"She was gifted. Ever since then, I've regretted agreeing to it every moment of every day."
Pain was unmistakable in Dr. Pym's eyes as he sank into his memories. "It was 1987. The Independents had hijacked a missile silo in Kursk, Soviet Union."
"Wow, that's amazing! This guy was as tiny as those ants just now, and then, bam! In the blink of an eye, he was as big as us."
Paimon hovered above the bed, studying the "soundly sleeping" Scott with great interest.
"Traveler, how can he sleep at his age?"
Paimon turned toward Lin Ze, who was sitting by the window playing on his phone, and complained, "It's been almost half an hour, and he still hasn't woken up. He's even better at sleeping in than Paimon."
After texting Xiao to tell him not to wait for him and Paimon to come back for dinner, Lin Ze slipped his phone into his pocket.
"Scott passed out because he's afraid of heights. He isn't sleeping, Paimon. He's not like you, still refusing to get up when the sun's already shining on your little butt."
Paimon said, "...That's not true. Paimon only stayed in bed for five extra minutes."
"Schrödinger's five minutes, huh?"
Lin Ze joked around with Paimon. Having secured Dr. Pym's support, he felt a huge weight lift from his heart, and his mood had brightened.
"By the way, Traveler."
Cyno, who had been standing silently in the corner, suddenly spoke, drawing Lin Ze and Paimon's attention.
"What's with all the ants on the