A certain man from the motherland

"Call me CEO."

"You have only been in office for one day as president."

The son was sitting, but the father was standing. The son even showed the president's profile to his father, looking at him as if he were looking at his employees.

The motherland man said something angrily, then suppressed his anger and took a breath.

He didn't care, Ron just didn't know his identity yet, so he spoke with a complicated expression.

"Listen, I have always wondered before why a person like you with abilities very similar to mine and no less powerful than me suddenly appeared. I thought it was Walter who recreated you.

But just a few days ago, I discovered something."

After a pause, he raised his head and stared at Ron with his eyes, his tone became much more serious.

"Ron, actually I am your father, and you are the son born to me and Bega!"

After saying these words, the office became silent. The people of the motherland stared at Ron's face, thinking that Ron would ask questions in surprise in the next second, and then he could explain and reveal everything.

Becca concealed it, Walter deceived him, and Ron did this to his father without knowing it. When his identity was confirmed, he would be panicking and exclaiming what he had done before.

Is it what a son should do to provoke his father, fight with his father, and threaten his father with excuses?

Then Ron apologized and repented, and he smiled softly, patted his son on the shoulder, and was tolerant like an old father...

"Finished?"

But - there was no shock, no doubt. Ron on the chair looked at him as if he had heard some trivial news, interrupting his speculation.

Previously, his ability points had skyrocketed again for no reason. The people of the motherland who loved to appear in front of the spotlight and enjoy the cheers of the crowd suddenly disappeared for several days without making a sound. He more or less guessed the truth of the matter.

"I mean - you are the son born to me and Bega"

Something didn't seem right, the motherland man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly repeated.

"I heard this, is there anything else?"

Looking at him calmly, Ron leaned back, crossed his arms, and looked like a CEO whose time was precious and was unhappy that his time was wasted by his ignorant employees.

"I……"

The people of the motherland looked at Ron whose expression remained unchanged, as if something was stuck in his throat and he could not speak.

"A lot of things are waiting for me on my first day as president. Remember to knock on the door next time."

He waved his hand, beckoning the people of the motherland to get down.

"This is a company, and rules and regulations are very important."

"Did you know..."

The people of the motherland, who were confused by his attitude, suddenly understood something and blurted out with disbelief.

"You already knew that I was your father?"

In the past, Ron knew about his father?

"I'll let you go down and stop repeating your useless nonsense."

Ron's face was expressionless when he heard the nonsense repeated several times from his motherland again.

"Did you forget something?

You have to remember that when I speak, you will always be obedient!"

He pointed at the people of his motherland and stressed.

"You...how could you do this to me? I am your father!"

The people from the motherland who had never encountered such a situation opened their mouths and felt ridiculous, so ridiculous that they suspected that they were dreaming.

The son is sitting behind the desk, dissatisfied with teaching his father to clarify the relationship between the two and who is the boss?

On the mobile phone on the table, there were videos of people from the motherland on the plane, which could be sent to major newspapers and websites with just one click. Ron looked at him and said slowly.

"Do you need me to remind you of the consequences of disobeying my will?"

…

The motherland man went down and left Ron's office with a doubtful expression on his face. He wanted to go back and figure out what went wrong.

I was threatened by Ron before I knew Ron was his son, and I was still threatened by Ron after I found out. Nothing changed.

But how could things be like this?

Could it be that Walter, who grew up in a laboratory, imprinted the social and family relationships on his mind that was wrong?

In fact, a son can reprimand his father at will, threaten and control his father, is he a good son?

…

"Today, we are here to deeply mourn the victims of Transoceanic Flight 37."

On an empty lawn, a public memorial service was held for those who were involved in the crash of Transoceanic Flight 37 due to robbers that shocked the United States not long ago.

People from all walks of life dressed in black with solemn expressions, and the family members of the victims in the front row sadly held the portraits of their loved ones and cried softly.

Maeve stood on the stage in a battle suit, without her former heroic spirit, with haggard eyes, looking at the audience and delivering a speech.

"The souls of more than two hundred innocent people disappeared in an instant in a senseless atrocity."

Preschool teacher from Skokie, Carolyn Kosinski…”

With a trembling voice, she recited the speech that Walter had written earlier. She looked at the families of the victims in the audience, and there was a buzzing in her ears.

In a daze, Maeve seemed to be back in the chaotic cabin full of screams and wails, where the painful and desperate people were asking for help.

She ignored those who once regarded her as hope, said meaningless apologies, and cruelly abandoned them.

They were allowed to crash into the ocean with the plane, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"The young French neurosurgeon, Dr. Julien Barlow..."

Every time she read the name of the deceased, it was like torture and condemnation to her. Maeve couldn't help but think back to their frightened faces before they died. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and with tears in her eyes, she ended the speech hastily, put down the speech and ran away.

"I'm sorry, but I deeply sympathize with these families who have lost their loved ones."

This was followed by condolence speeches from others.

She ran to a bench on the roadside far away and sat down. Maeve's face was pale, and silent tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Your fragile look is a bit far from the heroic and fearless Queen Maeve that Walter promotes, who will never be confused or cower."

A voice suddenly sounded.

On the road with a few fallen leaves, Ron walked slowly with his pocket in his pocket.

"As a member of the Super Seven, don't you know that all the propaganda is false?

Excluding superpowers, we are nothing."

Not wanting others to see her like this, Maeve wiped her tears without leaving a trace and laughed at herself.

"Everything is fake."

"You must have not slept well in the past few days. You have been repeatedly tormented by guilt and self-blame in the dark night, tossing and turning."

Sit down on the bench, Ron said.

"Because you failed to save those people and watched them die?"

"you know?"

Upon hearing this, Maeve frowned and stared.

The motherland and what she said to the outside world were that the unified caliber arrived after the plane crashed.

"By the way, I forgot, you are already the president."

She immediately relaxed her brows and shook her head as if remembering something, her tone angry and sad.

"Qualified to know more of Walter's secrets."

Maeve thought clearly after the fact that the laser shot by the motherland was not an accident at all, but was intentional. She might have colluded with Madeleine to ignore human life for the sake of Walter's dirty interests and the passing of the bill!

"No."

He chuckled softly.

"It's not what others told me, but what I saw with my own eyes."

"With your own eyes?"

Maeve looked confused and repeated the word.

"What do you mean with your own eyes?"