JS was right. She had long since noticed the look in Homelander's eyes. If she died, her child would die too.
My child, my poor child.
Her child was her only weakness, the only source of hope and attachment she had left.
She could calmly accept her own death, willingly pay the price for everything in her past, but she could never accept her innocent child dying alongside her!
"Have you thought it through? You don't want your child to die just like this, do you?"
Solomon's voice drifted eerily to her again.
"If you agree, give a slight nod. No unnecessary movements, and you mustn't mention my existence to anyone. I'll make sure your child gets out safely. But if you dare try to inform Homelander and betray me, go ahead and try. See which is faster: you opening your mouth, or me bursting your head open from the inside."
Faced with a choice between life and death, Madelyn did not hesitate in the slightest.
She did her utmost to steady her trembling body and gave an extremely slight, slow nod.
I can lose my life, but my child cannot die.
That was her one bottom line.
Inside her ear canal, a faint smile curled Solomon's lips as he raised a hand and gently pressed it against the warm inner wall.
"Good. What comes next will be somewhat uncomfortable. Grit your teeth and bear it. Don't make a sound."
With that, he activated Memory Reading and began reading Madelyn's memories.
An immense volume of secret memories flooded into Solomon's mind like a tide, crystal clear, with not a single detail missing.
The Red River Institute specialized in taking in Supe orphans, children who had accidentally killed their parents when their abilities went out of control or had been completely