"You guys go back."
When these five fluttering words came out of Marge's mouth, Elena's whole body felt like it was struck by lightning.
There was no unexpected anger, no hysterical accusations, not even a hint of betrayal and cynicism.
Marge agreed too happily.
But it was this calmness that severely shattered the last line of defense in Elena's heart.
A strong sense of self-blame instantly overwhelmed her.
She looked at Marge's young but aged face, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She felt that she was an extremely selfish and despicable person. For the sake of freedom for herself and her daughter, she personally pushed the girl who had saved their lives to death.
However, she was really fed up with this kind of life of hiding in the barrier like a mouse, not seeing the sun all day long, and feeling scared every day.
She is just an ordinary mother, a daughter who misses her father. She cannot afford such a heavy fate.
Elena covered his mouth, his shoulders shook violently, and his painful sobs echoed in the quiet apartment, making people feel sad.
Marge looked at Elena's collapse, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed through those unruffled eyes.
"Stop crying, Elena."
Marge took out a tissue and handed it over casually, his tone was still the same calm tone,
"There is no need for you to feel that you owe me anything. The moment you decided to take me in, my debt of saving you was already repaid."
Elena raised his tearful eyes and looked at her in astonishment.
"Don't think too badly of yourself, and don't think of me as a good person."
Marge twitched his lips in a self-deprecating tone, "When I left you on the ship, it was actually just to take advantage of you. I know your father has connections in European Ministry of Magic, and I need an absolutely safe haven, that's all."
Marge paused for a moment, his eyes fell on Sophia who was also tearful next to him, and his voice became slightly softer:
"In the past ten years, you have been covering for me and hiding me here. You have done your best to be kind and righteous. In the end, it was me who caused you ten years of trouble."
"Marge..."
Elena burst into tears. She knew that Marge said this just to relieve her guilt.
Buzz--
At this moment, a faint ripple of water suddenly appeared at the entrance.
Following a burst of brisk footsteps, a slender figure was outlined out of thin air.
Duke released his invisibility, walked in with a swagger, holding a red apple in his hand.
"Hey! I'm back!"
Duke took a bite of the apple and didn't realize that there was something very wrong with the atmosphere in the room.
He didn't even notice Elena's red and swollen eyes, he just walked to the sofa and sat down.
"Marge, do you know there is an art exhibition being held nearby? You will never guess who I saw near the art exhibition just now. I swear it was not an illusion. I seemed to see Annie."
Duke walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and then shook his head, denying this crazy idea.
"But it's impossible to think about it. How could such a coincidence happen? Now the whole world, especially the countries like Europe, are boycotting Vought International to the point of being crazy. All the people affiliated with Vought's Supe are all banned from entering the country. Once discovered, the military will be used to deport them directly, or to kill them on the street. No matter how bold they are, how dare they come to Paris and hang out?"
After taking a sip of water, Duke seemed to react belatedly.
"Oh, that's right...Annie is no longer Vought's person."
Having said this, Duke leaned on the table with a complicated look on his face,
"I really didn't expect that those guys in Vanguard Camp, who were one family, would actually come to this point of breaking up. Now everyone has quit Vought and gone their separate ways. It's incredible... Could it be that the big head named Lynn doesn't care about them?"
Duke The words "big brother" in his mouth were like a thorn piercing into his own heart.
His voice gradually dropped, and a touch of sadness and deep envy appeared in his eyes.
"Their parents are still alive."
Duke lowered his eyes and looked at the water glass in his hand, "But you and my parents... Mr. Edgar, are already dead. Not only do we lose our home, we are also wanted around the world and live like rats in the sewer every day."
The room was very quiet, Elena mother and daughter stood aside, breathing very lightly.
Duke was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Marge, a touch of innocent hope rekindled in his dim eyes.
"Marge, do you think... is it possible that all of this is just us scaring ourselves?"
Duke walked to Marge, lowered his voice,
"Perhaps the global wanted order is really just an official order issued by ordinary human society. It actually has nothing to do with Vought, and it has nothing to do with Homelander! After all, during the battle with Pentagon, Lynn agreed to let us go, and Homelander listened to Lynn's words."
Duke The more he spoke, the more it made sense, and his tone became more urgent:
"Maybe all these years of fear are just your wishful thinking? If it were just an ordinary human army, they would not dare to use large-scale thermal weapons in densely populated urban areas. There is no real threat to us at all. We really don't need to hide like this. It doesn't matter even if we are discovered occasionally..."
Looking at Duke who was chattering in front of him, trying to persuade himself to let down his guard, a hint of bitterness flashed deep in Marge's eyes.
Duke was kept in the dark, but she didn't.
From the beginning, she didn't believe that Homelander would really let them go.
This is indeed the case.
The intelligence she had collected over the years told her that all the forces that threatened Long Island Estate had been eliminated without exception.
Whether it was ten years ago or ten years later.
To put it bluntly, if she had not sneaked back to Vought Tower and taken away the unique "Original Compound V" in the laboratory for Edgar, she might really be convinced by Duke's words today.
After all, the culprit Edgar is dead.
In the absence of any conflict of interest, John, who listened to Lynn, really had no reason to stare at the two defeated generals.
What a pity.
It is a crime to possess a jade.
That blond boy definitely has a way to find out that First-Generation Compound V is in her hands.
In this world, no one can refuse the temptation of immortality and skyrocketing strength.
More importantly, Marge knew a fatal reason that Duke didn't even think about:
Lynn, all his extraordinary strength comes from external objects.
Strip away those mysterious veils, and Lynn is essentially just an ordinary person with a mortal body.
He will get sick, grow old, and one day die.
But that John who values Lynn more than life, that god who regards Lynn as his only spiritual support, will he allow Lynn to grow old and die?
Absolutely impossible.
Therefore, John will definitely be like a crazy vicious dog, searching for her around the world at all costs, just to take back the First-Generation Potion that can make Lynn break the life limit!
Marge lowered his head silently.
It's all her fault.
If she hadn't dragged Duke into this abyss of no return.
With Duke's ability to become invisible, he can live freely, which is great.
It was her "jab" that set her on fire, tying Duke to the road of escape.
"Maybe, Duke."
Marge did not try to break the boy's innocent and fragile hope. She just closed her eyes tiredly and swallowed all the guilt and secrets back into her stomach.