In the medical room of Vought Tower.
The pale light of the shadowless lamp shone on the operating table.
Stormfront was firmly fixed to the alloy bed board, and several top surgeons in protective suits were sweating profusely to deal with her two mud-like legs.
No anesthesia was given because ordinary anesthetics had no effect on her.
Every time the bone fragments were cleaned and the muscle tissue was sutured, Stormfront let out an uncontrollable scream.
Her proud self-healing ability seemed extremely slow and clumsy when faced with such a purely devastating blow.
Stan Edgar stood in front of the one-way glass outside the medical room, quietly looking at the once arrogant centenarian inside who was now in a miserable state.
"President, the kneecaps of both her legs were completely shattered, and the surrounding nerve plexuses and blood vessels also suffered devastating damage."
The chief medical officer walked to Edgar with a report, his voice was very low,
"Although her cell activity is very high, it will take at least a month to fully recover her walking ability, and during this period, she will not be able to engage in any high-intensity fighting."
Edgar pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, without any unexpected expression on his face.
"I understand, just use the best medicine to maintain her vital signs and don't let her die."
Edgar turned around, his eyes did not stay too much on Stormfront, but looked at the lounge at the other end of the corridor.
The door to the lounge was not closed tightly, and the two dozen New Vanguard Camp children were sitting quietly on the bench.
No one was crying, and no one was whispering.
They were like a row of puppets whose souls had been drained, staring blankly at their hands that were covered in scars due to long-term malnutrition and cruel training.
Edgar looked through the crack in the door and locked his eyes on the little girl with red hair.
Marge's body has stopped shaking.
Basement's heating was very sufficient, but she still held on to the corners of her clothes tightly. Her eyes, which were originally full of fear and numbness, were now shining with a light that even Edgar found a little strange.
Not only her, but also the boy who could become invisible, as well as several other children, all had different expressions in their eyes.
If the way they looked at Stormfront was out of fear of death, now, that fear has been completely shattered.
Instead, there is a deep suspicion, jealousy, and some kind of rebellion that is quietly sprouting in the darkness.
They saw the sun.
They saw the blond boy in the Long Island Estate who could make mistakes at will and be scolded gently for a glass of cold milk.
They saw the cashmere scarf with body temperature, and saw the kind of peace that could be obtained without killing each other.
Edgar frowned slightly.
He is a top capitalist and conspirator, and he knows all too well how fragile and terrifying things like the human heart are.
Once these children who have been raised as wild beasts know that they can actually be treated as adults, all the obedience systems established by Stormfront will be like castles on the beach that instantly collapse when the tide rises.
"Get someone from the psychological evaluation department to come over."
Edgar ordered to the assistant behind him, "Also, suspend all corporal punishment training on the 40th floor underground, give them clean clothes, and double the supply of dinner today."
The assistant was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding why the president suddenly became so kind, but he quickly bowed his head and agreed.
Edgar looked at those children and sighed silently in his heart.
Lynn's soft knife is more deadly than John's two feet that crush his knees.
But at Long Island Estate, dozens of kilometers away, the atmosphere was completely different.
Backyard The big hole that was made by Stormfront has been filled up by Reggie with shovel after shovel.
Although he was sweating profusely from exhaustion, he managed to keep his share of the labor remuneration today.
The afternoon sun was very good, shining brightly on the snow.
The rich aroma of butter and cinnamon wafted from the kitchen of the villa.
Lynn is baking apple pie, which is the dessert Annie casually mentioned that he wanted to eat last night.
John was sitting on the high stool next to the island, holding a glass of freshly heated milk in both hands.
He was not in a hurry to drink, but just watched quietly as Lynn mixed the sliced apple pieces with the syrup, and then skillfully spread them on the crispy dough.
In the snow outside the window, Annie and Kevin finally piled up the delayed snowman.
Reggie and Tommy were arguing over what color hat to wear on the snowman, while Buddy was gnawing on a fresh cow bone and purring with satisfaction.
"Lynn."
John suddenly spoke, his voice was very soft.
"Huh? What's wrong? Is the milk cold again?"
Lynn didn't look back and was putting the apple pie in the oven to set the time.
"No."
John lowered his head and looked at the white liquid in the cup. Suddenly, the eyes of the little red-haired girl who looked back at the floor-to-ceiling window before getting in the car flashed in his mind.
That look mixed with despair, jealousy and longing is all too familiar to John.
Before he was taken out of the laboratory, he had the same look every day as he watched senior leaders come home from get off work and watch them talk about their children and weekend picnics.
He once thought that the world was inherently cold and cruel, until Lynn appeared.
"I just feel that my life is very good now."
John raised his head, and Azure looked at Lynn's back without blinking, "Better than anyone else in the world."
Lynn wiped his hands and turned around to look at the blond boy who suddenly became a little sentimental.
Of course he knows what John is thinking.
The tragic situation of those New Vanguard Camp children this morning undoubtedly awakened the dark memories of the laboratory in John's subconscious.
But it is this strong contrast that makes John develop an almost pathological dependence and protective desire on his current family.
"Since it feels good, then guard it well."
Lynn walked up to John, stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, which was slightly flushed from drinking hot milk.
"By the way, I'd like to remind you that if you get kicked in the butt by Black Noir for being dazed again during the special training in the afternoon, you will have to watch them eat the apple pie in the evening."
John was a little uncomfortable being pinched, but he didn't move away.
He nodded heavily and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely clean smile.
"I promise Black Noir won't even touch the corner of my clothes today."
The oven made a ding sound, and the apple pie was baked.
The rich sweet fragrance instantly filled the entire first floor.
Hearing the sound, Reggie rushed in from Backyard like a gust of wind, without even having time to shake off the snow on his shoes.
"Can we have afternoon tea? I filled that hole outside until my stomach was full!"
Reggie shouted and rushed towards the dining table.
Tommy and Annie also opened the door and walked in one after another, and the room suddenly became noisy again.
Lynn put on heat-proof gloves to bring out the baking pan. Buddy also smelled the smell and came under the island counter, wagging his tail crazily in an attempt to get a piece of the pie.
The snow outside began to slowly melt in the sunshine and fell down the eaves.