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Chapter 54: Chapter 54: What Does “Fuck” Mean?

"Ryan, be good and go back inside first."

Becca crouched down and placed both hands on Ryan’s shoulders.

She forced out a smile that looked worse than crying, then reached up and ruffled her son’s golden hair.

"Mommy needs to talk to your... dad, and this grandpa here, about some grown-up things."

Ryan did not notice the complicated tone in his mother’s voice.

At that moment, his clear blue eyes were shining with a light they had never had before.

The biggest question he had carried since he was little was this:

Everyone else had a dad, so why didn’t he? Where had his dad gone?

And now, he did not have to wonder anymore.

The two strongest superheroes from TV were actually his father and his grandpa.

"Okay! I’ll wait for you inside!"

Ryan nodded excitedly and dashed back into the house, his whole back radiating joy.

"Thud."

As the villa’s wooden door gently closed, the warmth on Becca’s face vanished.

She spread her arms and blocked the doorway, staring hard at the two men in front of her.

"No! You can’t stay here! Leave right now!"

Becca’s voice was sharp, her chest rising and falling.

"You’re not welcome here! I have an absolute confidentiality agreement with Vought International! You can’t violate the agreement. You can’t ruin my life!"

Homelander’s brow furrowed slightly, impatience flashing through his eyes.

Because Becca had been secretly confined in this closed community for eight long years, she could get information from the news, but what she knew was definitely behind the times.

She had no idea that the "Vought International" she was talking about had already changed hands.

In fact, even if she had seen the news and believed Vought International had a new CEO, she would still think that new CEO was managing the Supes, not that the Supes had taken control of Vought.

...

"You want my son to grow up without a father, just like I did?"

Homelander took a step forward and asked in an icy voice.

"My child doesn’t need a terrible father like you!"

Becca gritted her teeth and refused to back down.

"Enough. Stop fucking yelling."

Benjamin cut off the pointless argument, sounding impatient.

"Becca, right? Put away that ridiculous ’Vought agreement’ of yours."

"Stan Edgar, Madelyn, and Vogelbaum are all out of the picture."

"Now, Vought International belongs to me and Homelander."

At that, Becca’s eyes widened in terror.

Of course she knew those three people.

They were the top people at Vought International who had promised her absolute safety and secrecy back then.

Had Vought really changed completely?

Had it fallen entirely into the hands of this monstrous father and son?

"So drop that victim face."

Benjamin pointed at Becca, his voice low and carrying unquestionable authority.

"Of course, we didn’t come here just because of you. I’m here to tell you the simplest truth."

"You can’t stop a father who wants to see his own son."

Becca’s face was as white as paper, and she bit her lip hard.

She knew Benjamin was telling the truth.

"Only... only here. You can only see him here!"

Becca relented.

Although she desperately did not want Ryan to form any kind of bond with Homelander, at that moment, she had no choice but to compromise.

"No."

Homelander spoke seriously.

"Listen, Ryan is my son. He has the most perfect genes in the world. He can’t be locked in this fake birdcage like a prisoner."

"He’ll become a great superhero in the future, just like me. I have to take him out and let him see the real world."

"If you dare..."

Becca found her courage. She pulled a pair of self-defense scissors from her pocket, pressed the point hard against her own throat, and shouted, "If you insist on taking him away, I’ll stab myself in the neck right in front of Ryan."

"I’ll die in front of him, and before I breathe my last, I’ll tell him it was you, his father and grandfather, who drove his mother to her death."

At those words, crimson lasers almost instantly lit up in Homelander’s eyes.

He stared at Becca, furious.

But in the end, the red glow in his eyes slowly faded.

He was afraid.

Not afraid that Becca would die, but afraid that Ryan would truly hate him for the rest of his life because of it.

He craved the love of family too much.

Homelander could not bear the price of being hated by his own son.

Standing behind him, Benjamin took it all in.

In his eyes, a woman who used her own life to threaten others was simply foolish to the extreme. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

If it were him, he would not only watch Becca die, he would even help push the scissors in a little deeper.

But looking at Homelander beside him, angry yet forced to compromise, Benjamin could only accept it in silence.

Whatever.

Benjamin sneered inwardly.

Sooner or later, Homelander would hold Ryan and fly into the sky, show him the outside world, and expose the truth of this fake community.

But that would have to wait until Homelander and Ryan had built a deep bond.

Compromising for now would not hurt.

The important thing was that Benjamin did not care about Ryan. He cared more about Homelander.

Homelander nodded and said, "Fine. I won’t take him away. But right now, I’m going inside to spend time with my son."

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...

Soon, after this temporary agreement was reached, Benjamin and Homelander entered the cozy little wooden house.

The atmosphere in the living room quickly became warm, though admittedly, that warmth was a little strange.

Homelander, the strongest superhero in the world, was currently folding his tall body onto a small children’s rug.

He had never raised a child, and he had never been raised like a normal child himself.

He had no idea how to get along with a seven-year-old boy.

So he could only try things out himself.

At that moment, Homelander was carefully holding Ryan’s small hand, with one of his own action figures in the other.

"Look... Homelander is flying over! Boom! He beat the bad guys!"

Homelander’s voice was gentle.

"Giggle, giggle!"

Ryan laughed so hard he nearly fell over, his clear laughter ringing through the room.

The little guy was completely immersed in joy.

When he looked at Homelander, his eyes were full of admiration.

This warm scene was entirely different from the "ungrateful Ryan" in the original storyline who attacked his own father with lasers.

As for Becca, she was standing behind the kitchen counter with two cups of coffee, watching the father and son on the rug with an extremely complicated look in her eyes.

Seeing Ryan’s bright, heartfelt smile left Becca feeling deeply conflicted and uncomfortable.

But... would it be better for Ryan to have a father?

Becca did not know. At that thought, she closed her eyes in pain.

Impossible.

How could she think something like that?

This man was the demon who raped her back then.

At that moment, Becca had completely forgotten that at the party back then, her husband had once said bad things about Homelander, mocking his lower body and his tight suit. And back then, Becca had drunk a lot, half-resisting and half-giving in...

But no matter what, Becca believed she was the victim.

In her mind, Homelander had raped her.

Just as Becca was caught in the struggle of her own self-hypnosis, Homelander’s excited voice suddenly came from the living room.

"Dad! Come look! Come here!"

Homelander turned around and looked at Benjamin, who was leaning against the sofa with a speechless expression.

"Dad, do you want to touch Ryan’s hand?"

Homelander held up Ryan’s pale, tender little hand and said, "His hand is so small... so soft. Really, try touching it."

Looking at his delighted son, then at the grandson gazing innocently at him, Benjamin turned his head away in disgust.

"Oh, fuck."

"I really can’t fucking stand how sappy you two are."

Hearing that unfamiliar word, Ryan blinked his big eyes from the rug, looked up at Homelander curiously, and asked, "What does ’fuck’ mean?"