The sun was nearing the horizon, and patches of fiery clouds blazed across the sky.
Captivated by the beautiful view, Ryan had begged Homelander to stay and watch it with him for a while, delaying them a little longer.
So by the time the three generations flew into Vought Tower, the sun had set completely, and night had fallen over New York.
Holding Homelander's hand, Ryan had looked at everything with curiosity from the moment they entered Vought Tower.
Gradually, however, his awe faded, replaced by a sense of oppression.
After all, he had lived in the cabin for eight years without ever going out, so he found it hard to adjust to a place with Vought Tower's rather serious atmosphere.
Office workers hurried past them one after another. Although they all smiled and greeted Homelander, most had fatigue written across their faces that they could not hide.
"Is this Vought Tower's headquarters?" Ryan tugged at Homelander's hand and asked quietly.
"That's right, sweetheart. All of The Seven's activities happen here."
"Unlike that stupid little cabin, this place has almost every modern thing you can imagine."
Homelander spoke naturally. Looking into Ryan's puzzled eyes, he continued:
"This is the center of the world."
Ryan's eyes widened, and he could hardly wait to explore Vought Tower further.
"Wow, that's so cool!"
Homelander laughed heartily. "If you like it, you can live here from now on."
"Really? I can too?" Ryan asked expectantly.
Homelander nodded. "Of course. Your grandpa is the boss here."
Ryan looked at Soldier Boy, clearly tempted, but in the end, he lowered his head and murmured:
"But I wish Mom could come too."
Children could not hide their emotions, and Homelander quickly caught his dejection. After thinking for a moment, Homelander decided that Becca would never agree to