"Excuse me, sir. Sorry to interrupt. I came to pick up a few things."
Ashley broke the silence first.
Under both their gazes, she was initially at a loss. Then she noticed that the little boy was actually sitting in Homelander's chair.
Fuck.
What am I looking at?
Does that little brat have a death wish, sitting in Homelander's chair?
Ashley knew perfectly well how much Homelander cared about his position as captain. He would never let anyone else encroach on it.
That made the chair, a symbol of his authority, something no one else could touch.
I need to find a way to save this kid.
Ashley pressed her lips together, wanting to say something, but noticed something was off about Homelander's expression.
He looked so happy, practically steeped in bliss.
As though he had found his long-lost son.
Wait, son?
Ashley froze, even forgetting to breathe for a moment.
After becoming Vought's president, she had conducted a general review of the company's records.
Even so, it was only recently that she had heard rumors that a woman Homelander had forced himself on had gotten pregnant and apparently been hidden away by Vought.
She had already started investigating, planning to tell Homelander once she had results.
But the people involved seemed to have deep ties to Edgar, and they did not know Edgar was already dead, which made her investigation extremely difficult.
Could this be Homelander's son?
Just then, Homelander interrupted him. "Hey, Ashley. What are you picking up?"
There was a trace of impatience in his voice. He did not want his time with his son interrupted, so when he saw Ashley standing there in a daze, he urged her along.
"I'll leave right away, sir," Ashley said hurriedly. Abandoning the documents, she turned to leave.
"Dad, I've