The heavy isolation door opens completely to both sides.
Leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the messy canteen floor.
Edgar did not bring any extra security personnel, only the assistant carrying a huge incubator followed behind him.
The adult Supe who was about to step on the gravity kick was stunned.
He quickly put away Superpower, stood upright together with the other guards, and even lowered his head slightly out of fear.
"Mr. President."
The leading guard wiped the sweat from his face and rushed forward, "These experimental subjects are out of control. We are conducting a forced suppression. Soon we will..."
"Who gave you the power to trample on Vought International's future like a rat in the sewer?"
Edgar's voice was not high and did not even have any fluctuations, but it conveyed a chilling pressure.
The leading guard's words were stuck in his throat. His eyes widened and he couldn't react for a moment.
When Stormfront was here in the past, even if he beat these children half to death, his superiors never even said a word about them.
"Take your people and get out."
Edgar didn't even look at the guard, his eyes only stayed on the children lying on the ground.
The guards looked at each other, but under the absolute power of Edgar, no one dared to say no.
They quickly put away the electric shock batons and evacuated the messy cafeteria like the ebbing tide. At the same time, they carefully lifted the invisible boy who was still unconscious to the chair next to him.
In the empty canteen, only Edgar, the assistant, and these scarred children were left.
Marge still maintains a half-kneeling posture.
She was panting heavily, her short red hair was soaked with sweat and blood and stuck tightly to her cheeks.
She stared warily at the man in an expensive suit in front of her. Her body was shaking slightly due to exhaustion, but she did not flinch at all in front of the other children.
Edgar walked to Marge and stopped.
He did not dislike the blood stains on the ground and the knocked over gray nutritional meals, but slowly bent down and squatted down in front of Marge.
This move made Marge shrink back instinctively.
In her memory, when adults approached them, they would either receive electric shocks or beat them.
Edgar took out a snow-white handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed it to Marge.
"Does it hurt?"
Edgar looked at the wounds on her face, with just the right amount of gentleness and regret in her tone.
Marge didn't take the handkerchief. She gritted her teeth, her eyes full of defense and hostility.
"What do you want to do."
Her voice became very hoarse due to lack of water and roaring, "If you want to kill us, hurry up. We don't want to eat those mud-like things anymore."
Edgar looked at her and sighed.
He placed his handkerchief on the ground in front of Marge.
"What Stormfront did was wrong. She is a lunatic immersed in the violence of the old era, and I was deceived by the false reports she submitted."
Edgar lied perfectly, and there was even a trace of remorse in his eyes.
He stood up and waved to the assistant behind him.
The assistant quickly stepped forward, placed the huge incubator on a table that had not been overturned, and then opened the lid.
A strong, hot aroma of food instantly filled the cold and pungent canteen.
It was not the molecular cuisine of a high-end restaurant, but a large pot of soft potatoes and beef stewed, a large basket of toasted soft bread, and several pots of steaming sweet milk.
The children who were trembling in the corner without even having the strength to stand up suddenly opened their eyes when they smelled this smell.
They swallowed secretly, and their stomachs roared loudly.
Marge was also stunned.
She smelled the aroma of beef, a smell that could only be seen on the TV screen or in imagination, and now it was really in front of her.
"You are Vought International's children, not beasts locked in a cage."
Edgar looked at these hungry little guys, his voice was very soft,
"You want to bask in the sun, eat normal food, and sleep without fear every day. These are all legitimate. You just used the wrong way of expressing yourself."
A smaller boy finally couldn't bear it anymore. He ran to the table, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. Tears fell down his face as he ate.
With the first, there is the second.
All the remaining children gathered around.
They didn't need spoons. They grabbed beef and potatoes with dirty hands and stuffed them into their mouths. They choked and rolled their eyes because they ate so quickly, and then they drank hot milk in big gulps.
Only Marge has not moved yet.
She looked at her companions who were devouring food, and then glanced at Edgar standing next to her.
Although she is young, her intuition cultivated in a cruel environment like Basement tells her that adults' kindness often comes with a price tag.
"Why are you giving us these now?"
Marge raised his head and looked at Edgar.
"Because you have proven your worth and you dare to resist unreasonable oppression, this proves that you are qualified to have a better life."
Edgar looked at Marge, his eyes became very deep, "From today on, the 40th floor underground is no longer a prison. This is your home. You will have clean beds, a sunroom, and food like this every day."
Edgar paused, stretched out his hand, and gently patted Marge on the shoulder.
"But a family needs rules, Marge. In exchange, you must learn to protect this family and obey your parents' arrangements. Can you do it?"
Marge looked at Edgar's eyes hidden behind the lenses and felt the warmth coming from his shoulders.
A crack finally appeared in her defense at this moment.
She was too tired and longed for a place where she could survive without having to work hard.
Even if this place was donated by the man in front of me.
She slowly lowered her head and shed tears on the floor.
"Yes."
She answered softly.
Edgar's mouth curved slightly.
At this time, in Long Island Estate, it was a different scene.
After the kitchen oven made a crisp sound, the apple pie exuding the rich aroma of cinnamon and butter was brought to the table by Lynn.
Reggie was the first one to rush over, trying to grab it without even washing his hands.
As a result, Lynn hit the back of his hand mercilessly with a wooden spoon.
"Go wash your hands, or you'll have to eat apple peels today."
Lynn glared at him.
Reggie groaned and covered the back of his hands, ran to the sink dejectedly and turned on the faucet.
Tommy gloated and laughed out loud, and Annie and Kevin also lined up obediently to wash their hands.
John is sitting on the chair, with a clean plate already placed in front of him.
He watched Lynn cut the golden and crispy apple pie into even pieces with a knife, his eyes full of anticipation.
Lynn put the largest piece on John's plate, and it was still steaming.
"It's a bit hot, eat slowly."
John nodded, cut off a small piece with a fork and put it in his mouth.
The sweetness of the roasted soft apples mixed with the syrup instantly melted in his mouth, and the warm and solid feeling made him relax.
Buddy was spinning in circles under the table, with its front paws resting on John's legs.
"John, leave me a bite, even if you drop some puff pastry on the floor, the boss is very stingy today and didn't even give me an apple core."
John glanced at the spineless Big Golden Retriever, and while Lynn turned around to get the juice, he secretly threw a small piece of apple pie dipped in syrup under the table.
Buddy immediately caught it in mid-air accurately, swallowed it without chewing, and then burped with satisfaction.
Reggie ran back after washing his hands, immediately picked up a piece with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so hot that he kept breathing out, but he couldn't bear to spit it out.
"It's so delicious! Lynn, I think you can even go to Manhattan to open a dessert shop. It will definitely rival those chefs in high-end restaurants."
Reggie flattered vaguely while chewing.
"You're the only one who talks a lot. Remember to wash the dishes after you finish eating."
Lynn came over with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice and handed them to Annie and Kevin respectively.
The snow outside the window has completely stopped.