Homelander's anxious heart sank a little further, the feeling as awful as having a bucket of ice water poured over him.
Fuck, this was an absolute disaster.
When no response came from the other end of the phone for a long time, Ashley grew anxious, afraid Homelander would misunderstand.
She hurriedly added, "Sir, Soldier Boy already knew about those supervillains. I really wasn't the one who told him. When he asked about you afterward..."
"Enough. This has nothing to do with you," Homelander interrupted her. "I'll be back at Vought shortly."
Beep, beep, beep.
Ashley stared blankly at the disconnected phone, only giving a slight frown after a long while.
How strange. Why hadn't Homelander lost his temper?
Judging by past experience, when something like this happened, she couldn't speak for anyone else, but she, Ashley, would definitely be the first to suffer.
Unable to work out the reason, Ashley could only keep working with an uneasy heart, feeling a little worried as well.
The police in Middleton had disclosed some information about the basement to the media, and public opinion was now in an uproar.
Another PR disaster...
Homelander let the wind whip his cape wildly.
Perhaps Soldier Boy already knew everything. He couldn't put this off any longer. He had to go back right now.
Although he thought that, his body felt as though it had been filled with lead, and he flew slower than a snail.
His conversation with Klee was still vivid in his mind.
"If I own up to what I did, Mom will forgive me."
"At worst, I'll get a beating. It's not like she can beat me to death."
Tsk.
If I show him I'm sincere, Father should forgive me, right? I just hope he isn't truly disappointed.
But as for the beating...