[Leave my family out of this mess.]
A slight twitch on the corner of his lips came, his train of thoughts began to swarm in his head.
It was time to assess the situation.
'Leave, not only her but also her family alone? Is she hinting at something else? Just how much did she know about the future?'
In retrospect, he thought a lot; almost not a night had passed did he forget about her—from her innovative contributions and the miracles she made.
He believed that her ruthless actions and desire for immediate results were rooted in her sense of urgency, like she had no time left.
First and foremost, Mystique only had disdain and contempt in her eyes for him. Only until the second chance came that it turned out different—for power.
For a bastard of a son like him, naturally, it crossed his mind.
Then she started to fight for his affection. Never once she shared about her foresight, which was understandable. Every end of her turmoil led to the forewarning of him.
