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In Charles's office.
Because the following conversation would involve Suzanne's privacy, Hank silently left.
In this office,
Only Charles and Suzanne were left.
When he heard Suzanne say, "I thought... you would never be willing to talk to me about this,"
A bitter smile appeared on Charles's face.
"If possible, I really never want to talk to you about this."
Suzanne was stunned,
"Then why are you now..."
The professor did not answer her question,
Instead, he talked about something else.
"I always remember how you looked when I first picked you up from the hospital," he gestured with his hand,
The cornflower's blue eyes became exceptionally soft because of the memory, "Such a small ball, warm and soft, like a little angel, extremely cute."
"You don't know, back then,
When I saw you crying,
How helpless I was. I would only stand by the side foolishly, not even daring to hug you. I was especially afraid that if I reached out,
I would hurt you. "He smiled,
As if he had recalled the scene back then.
"Ah? How could that be? "Suzanne was very surprised," I remember,
At that time, I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe,
Because you picked me up to comfort me,
So I didn't continue to cry. "She said in disbelief," At that time,
Your voice sounded so calm,
And... very warm. "
Charles's face showed an embarrassed expression,
He said awkwardly, "... actually, I had been standing at the door for a while at that time."
Seeing him like this, the corners of Suzanne's mouth unconsciously curled up.
The solemnity from before was swept away, and the two of them instantly relaxed a little.
The sun shone quietly in through the floor-to-ceiling window, caressing their faces, comfortable and warm. The tiny dust particles were plated with a layer of golden sand in the sun, dancing in the air like elves.
In such a quiet but not heavy atmosphere, the professor's blue eyes looked at Suzanne gently, "I've always hoped that you can always be the little angel in my memory, living happily and carefreely. Even when you grow up, the most troublesome thing is just studying or having a boyfriend. "
"Even though I know that you remember everything and that hatred is deeply rooted in your heart, I still hope so." He smiled, and his eyes were filled with tenderness that made Suzanne want to cry. "Just like all the elders in the world."
"I know, I've always known," Suzanne said in a choked voice.
She could understand that not telling her about the enemy was Charles's way of loving her. Therefore, ever since their conversation when she was five years old, she had never asked Charles this question again. Even though she would sometimes toss and turn in bed in the middle of the night, unable to sleep peacefully because of this.
"I thought that I could sweep away all the darkness in your life and let you live under the sun. However, I have to apologize to you, sweetheart. "Charles's golden-brown hair dimmed a little, and his blue eyes looked at Suzanne guiltily. He whispered," … for my incompetence. "
He stared deeply at Suzanne and waved his hand to stop her from saying what she wanted to say.
"I originally said that I would give you an explanation, but so many years have passed, and I still haven't been able to catch the murderer. I think I'm too conceited — I'm a derelict godfather. " As he spoke, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, which was still handsome even after the passage of time.
His disappointed expression was so dazzling that Suzanne rushed up, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly.
"Charles, I thought that only I, the goddaughter, have the right to judge whether you're a good godfather or not." She raised her head, looked at the professor without blinking, and said in a serious tone, "To me, you're the best godfather in the world, without a doubt."
She wrinkled her nose and deliberately said with disdain, "Don't smile like that, it's so ugly, I'm going blind."
Lowering his head and looking at her for a moment, Charles finally showed the same warm smile as usual. He rubbed Suzanne's black hair and said dotingly, "So, for the sake of the health of Sweetheart's eyes, I decided not to smile like that in the future."
Suzanne strongly agreed. "That's right, Charles. Your face is one of the most important beauties I use to wash my eyes. If you keep that expression on your face, I'll cry, really. "She nodded vigorously.
Charles didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Should I say that I'm honored?"
"Of course." Suzanne raised her chin proudly. "You know, I have high standards, and it's not so easy to be recognized by me. What's more, those who can wash my eyes are all beauties. "
Her words made Charles's eyes full of helplessness, but he still smiled indulgently and said, "Then I should feel honored. Thank you very much, Sweetheart, for taking a fancy to me and giving me this qualification."
"You're welcome." Suzanne raised her chin proudly. "My godfather is so good-looking." She said with an exaggerated expression, "Charles, looking at your face, my mind is full, and I feel like I can't put anything else in it."
The professor was almost amused by her and pinched her face. "Then do you want to hear what I wanted to say?"
Suzanne froze, was silent for a moment, and said firmly, "… Yes."
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The children were in class, and at the moment, the castle was unusually quiet.
Hank, who considerately withdrew from the office to leave the two of them some privacy, was sitting on a white wooden bench by the fountain, playing with his mobile phone in boredom.
He was waiting for the two people inside to finish talking.
After waiting for a while, he saw the professor's door being pushed open, and the black-haired girl ran out in a hurry.
Seeing her in such a hurry, Hank was a little surprised and thought that something had happened between the two of them. He stood up abruptly and shouted at her, "Suzanne, what's the matter? What happened?"
Suzanne looked up and saw him. She strode over to him and stretched out her hand unceremoniously. "Hank, lend me your car."
While taking out the car keys from his pocket, Hank looked at her expression and was puzzled. It didn't look like she had a quarrel with the professor, so why was she in such a hurry to leave?
With that thought in mind, he asked, "Where are you going? It's not easy to come here. Don't you want to see Qin and Qianhuan? They've been missing you, and they'll be dismissed in five minutes. "
Taking the car keys from him, Suzanne quickly explained, "Sorry, Hank, I suddenly have something to deal with. Please explain to Qin and the others. In two days, when I'm done with my business, I'll come to see them. Of course, I'll remember to bring an apology gift. "
When Hank finally reacted and wanted to ask something, he saw that Suzanne had already opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Then, after the roar of the engine, Durange left, leaving only the shadow of the car that was getting smaller and smaller.
Standing behind the car, Hank, whose face was covered in exhaust gas, was speechless.
Suzanne had no idea what kind of psychological damage she had caused to Hank. While driving, she ordered in her mind, "Jessica, dig up all the information about the Hydra and summarize it. Don't miss any clues."
Yes, that's right, she was looking for the Hydra that should have been wiped out a long time ago.
This time, Charles was finally willing to tell her what he had hidden.
According to him, before she was born, her father was a researcher in Stryker's laboratory.
Stryker was a madman, and his strong fear and jealousy of mutants gave him the idea of exterminating all mutants. The so-called "Sentinel Project" was to invent a war machine that could detect and defeat all mutants in order to achieve his evil and ugly purpose.
Since college, her father, Frank. Hathaway, and Charles were very good friends. He knew that Charles was a mutant, and his cheerful personality and tolerant mind made him not care about this at all. Even if Charles' ability was to read minds, he didn't care.
After graduating from college, Frank, who jumped to Stryker's laboratory, spent a few years and finally became an intermediate researcher. He was not responsible for the "Sentinel Project". As an intermediate researcher, he was only qualified to touch a little bit of this core research.
From the beginning, Frank felt that this secret research seemed to be a bit wrong, but because it had little to do with him, he didn't pay much attention to it. Researchers were relatively simple, and many times, they didn't avoid talking too much, especially in work settings.
So, from the few words revealed by several colleagues, Frank quickly figured out what the so-called "Sentinel Project" was. He was shocked by Stryker's madness and very worried.
Listening to the senior researchers, their research was about to come to an end, and there were only a few small problems that had not been solved. If this machine really succeeds, his good friend is a mutant!
Frank vaguely knew that his good friend's status among mutants was somewhat unusual. While making up his mind to resign from this terrible research institute, he invited Charles to dinner and revealed the news of the Sentinel Project to him.
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