Paris.
A woman covered her head tightly, carrying a bag of food, and hurriedly turned into a remote bluestone alley.
At the end of the cold alley was a stone wall, but the woman walked right through it without raising her head.
Passing through the stone wall is a spacious apartment full of Europe classic retro style from the last century.
Thick velvet curtains tightly blocked the light from outside, and the fireplace inside the room burned with magic flames, exuding warmth.
Elena took off the black woolen hat on his head and placed a large bag of fresh food and daily necessities in his hand on the cabinet in the entrance.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, and her tense back finally relaxed.
"Mom!"
A girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, ran out of the back room and threw herself into the arms of Elena.
She hugged her mother's waist tightly, then stretched her head out nervously, looking over Elena's shoulder at the closed oak door.
"Mom... no one is coming with you?"
"Don't worry, Sophia, there is no one."
Elena gently touched her daughter's hair and forced out a comforting smile, "Mom is very careful, those people can't find us."
Hearing this assurance, Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, but the girl's eyes turned red.
She buried her face in Elena's arms and spoke in a muffled voice, with a hint of grievance that had been suppressed for a long time:
"Mom, I miss my grandpa. When can we go to see grandpa?"
Hearing the word "grandpa", the smile on Elena's face froze instantly.
An unconcealable bitterness and loss surged into her heart like a tide.
It's been ten years.
She never saw her father Joseph again.
She dared not think about how desperate and sad her father must have been when he thought they had died at the bottom of the sea after being unable to contact them.
My father is now over 70 years old. He is alone in this world and has to live with the guilt for them.
Every time I think of this, Elena's heart aches.
At this moment, a door deep in the apartment was pushed open.
A figure wearing black overalls and a tight vest walked out.
That's a girl.
She has long red hair that is as dazzling as fire, and her facial features are extremely deep, but her young face is full of indifference.
It is the eighteen-year-old Marge.
Marge didn't even look at the mother and daughter hugging each other.
She walked straight to the entrance, grabbed a piece of bread that was still warm from the shopping bag brought back by Elena, tore open the package, and started chewing it.
She eats very roughly, like a lone wolf ready to escape at any time, just to replenish her strength as quickly as possible.
For a moment, the whole room fell into a deadly silence.
There is only the faint sound of Marge swallowing food.
Elena looked at the red-haired girl in front of him, his hands nervously stirring the corners of his clothes at his sides.
She was building crazily in her mind, and finally, she took a deep breath and broke the oppressive silence.
"Marge..."
Elena's voice was trembling, but there was a desperate determination in his tone, "We want to go back."
Marge chewed without stopping, without even raising his eyelids.
"Anyway, we should go back."
Elena protected Sophia behind him and looked at Marge with red eyes,
"Ten years have passed. In the past ten years, I have purchased food for you in this strange city, delivered information, and covered your whereabouts. Your kindness... we have really repaid you."
On that rainy night ten years ago, Edgar issued an order to eradicate the weeds.
It was the eight-year-old girl in front of me who disobeyed orders in the bottom cabin of the ship. Not only did she not kill them, but she escaped to Europe.
And this girl has only one request, and that is to help her when necessary.
In a sense, Marge is the lifesaver of both mother and daughter.
"I'm really grateful that you let us go and gave us a way out."
Elena's tears finally couldn't help but fall,
"But... we really have to leave. My father is already over seventy years old. He thought we were dead long ago. Please, let us go back and fulfill our filial piety, even if we can only accompany him for the last few years..."
Elena kept talking, trying to impress the cold red-haired girl in front of him with affection.
But in fact, Elena was suffering inside, because she knew very well how selfish her request was, and she didn't even feel in her heart that she could persuade Marge.
The reason is simple.
Once they go back, North America, who finally calmed down, will definitely get excited again.
Now Vought Empire, that boy named John, has eyes all over the world.
Once mother and daughter appear in North America, Vought will definitely notice it immediately.
At that time, even if the mother and daughter sew their mouths shut, they cannot guarantee whether they will be able to keep the secret of Marge hiding Paris under that kind of inhuman interrogation and mental magic.
What's even more deadly is that the real owner of this secret Safe House inside the magic barrier is Joseph's old friend who holds a high position in European Ministry of Magic.
The reason why that old friend took such a risk to take in the world's most wanted criminal, Marge, was entirely for the sake of mother and daughter Elena.
Once Elena leaves with Sophia, it is absolutely impossible for the old senior official to bear the anger from the outside world for an unrelated Marge.
He will definitely kick Marge out without hesitation.
Elena's request is equivalent to depriving Marge of her only refuge in the past ten years and pushing her back into the bottomless abyss.
"I know this is too much... and I know what you're going to face..."
Elena's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a humble plea.
She bit her lip, mentally prepared to be rejected by Marge, or even silenced.
Marge finally swallowed the last bite of rough bread in his mouth.
She turned her head, and her unruffled eyes quietly stared at the tearful Elena, and the shivering little Sophia hiding behind her.
A full five seconds passed.
Marge pulled a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth, and nodded calmly.
"Okay."
Marge's voice was flat, and no emotion could be heard, "You guys go back."