Chapter 579: People you like are all different, people you hate all have the same face (Second update, please subscribe!)

Half an hour later.

In front of a detached apartment, Su Quan patted young Jean Grey, whose eyes were red, and encouraged her softly: "He's inside. Whatever you want to do, I support you!"

Young Jean Grey looked at him gratefully, took a deep breath, walked over, and knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat decadent opened the door.

"What do you want?"

Young Jean Grey nervously clenched her hands and looked at him excitedly: "Father!"

The middle-aged man's expression froze instantly, his eyes widened, and he stared fixedly at her: "Jean."

Young Jean Grey nodded repeatedly: "It's me."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then invited her into the house.

Young Jean Grey looked at the layout of the house with emotion and said: "He told me you were dead. I never thought I would come back here. The house is still the same as before."

Yes, this apartment was her home when she was little.

For so many years, her father had lived here, but she, who believed the Professor's words implicitly, had never come back to see it.

Revisiting an old place brings much sadness.

The sadness of her family had always been buried in her heart, and she dared not touch it.

Young Jean Grey touched the wall with tears in her eyes, muttering that nothing had changed. The middle-aged man looked at her, wanting to say something but hesitating, and finally turned his head to restrain the emotions that were welling up.

"Do you want to eat or drink anything?" he asked politely.

Young Jean Grey laughed dumbly: "No, I... you don't need to entertain me."

"It's really good to see you."

The words of genuine emotion made the middle-aged man show a forced, awkward smile: "I'll go pour you a glass of water."

Young Jean Grey didn't know what she should be feeling at this moment. With tears in her eyes, she walked staggeringly toward another wall.

There were a few photos hanging on the wall.

There were photos of her father, her mother, and photos of her parents together, but none of her.

Not a single one!

She felt as if her heart had been hit hard by a heavy hammer; it hurt, it hurt so much...

"Jean."

The middle-aged man returned with the water.

Young Jean Grey turned to look at him: "There isn't a single photo of me here. You never looked for me. Why didn't you come to find me?"

"Jean... let's sit down and talk." Facing the direct questioning, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel some fear.

"No, I don't want to sit down. I want to know why. Why didn't you come to find me back then?"

"Don't try to lie to me, I can read minds!"

Young Jean Grey's emotions were a bit agitated; she wanted to know why!

"I couldn't raise her. I didn't even know what she was."

"I know."

"Will you take her away?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but under the perception of her telepathic ability, young Jean Grey saw what he was thinking in his heart.

That was his conversation with the Professor back then.

Young Jean Grey looked at him in disappointment and muttered: "You didn't even say goodbye to me back then."

"I didn't have a chance to say goodbye to your mother back then either," the middle-aged man said.

"I was only eight years old! How could you do this to me!"

The agitated young Jean Grey shattered the cup in the middle-aged man's hand, which seemed to make him let go as well, and he began to question her with agitated emotions.

"Do you want to read my brain? Then take a good look, and don't forget what you did!"

Fragments of the car accident from back then surfaced in young Jean Grey's mind. The tears she was holding back flowed down. The tragic state of the car accident made her let out a heart-rending wail.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

"Sorry, Jean. My world collapsed that day, and I just assumed you were dead too!"

The middle-aged man looked at the sad young Jean Grey and spoke his true thoughts, also stabbing her hard.

For the middle-aged man, his originally happy family had fallen apart overnight; his daughter was a monster, and his wife had been killed by his daughter.

What could he do?

Just as he said, his world collapsed that day.

He couldn't forget his wife's death and continue to raise his monster-like daughter.

For young Jean Grey, she had lost her mother, and her father, who was clearly alive, had abandoned her.

She was only eight years old at the time, only eight years old!

She couldn't control her abilities at all, and she didn't want to hurt her parents!

Who was right and who was wrong?

Was the middle-aged man wrong? Was young Jean Grey wrong?

Perhaps, this is the true reality?

Not every matter can be clearly divided into right and wrong!

Although Su Quan was outside the house, he heard the conversation between the two clearly, and he was also very clear about their psychological activities and thoughts...

Was the father wrong or was the daughter wrong?

He didn't care at all!

Just like the saying that only children distinguish between right and wrong, while adults only look at pros and cons, Su Quan didn't care who was right or wrong. He wasn't here to reason; he was here to back young Jean Grey up!

"Boom!"

Powerful energy erupted in the apartment, and the lawn under Su Quan's feet trembled slightly, as if an earthquake were about to happen.

A few seconds later, the ground returned to calm.

Young Jean Grey walked out of the apartment and said in a low voice: "Let's go."

Su Quan glanced at the apartment. Inside, the middle-aged man was slumped on the floor, looking dazed.

Young Jean Grey, who had lost the Phoenix Force, did not lose control and turn into the Dark Phoenix, but Su Quan could feel that she had completely severed ties with her father.

From now on, the father would assume the daughter was dead, and the daughter would assume the father was dead.

"Fine."

Su Quan put his arm around her waist and disappeared with a swoosh.

The next day.

The sunshine was exceptionally bright, and all the beauty in the world seemed not to compare to a ray of brilliance at this moment.

The warm sunshine shone on her body through the window, making the person who had just woken up feel not at all refreshed after a full sleep, but rather even more lazy.

Stealing half a day of leisure from a busy life, the mood is half Buddha and half immortal.

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at you."

"I... what is there to look at about me."

"You're wrong to say that. As the saying goes, the people you like are all different, but the people you hate all have the same face."

"The saying also goes: If you decide to shine, there will be no mountains to block you and no seas to stop you."

"The saying also goes..."

"There's more?"

"Fine, the saying doesn't go anymore, but the doctor said I have hypoglycemia and need a few sweet words."

"Pfft—" young Jean Grey punched Su Quan and said with a strange expression: "You now are completely different from you yesterday. I really didn't expect you to be such a Lord of the Void."

Su Quan shrugged: "That's a funny thing to say. You now are also completely different from you yesterday, aren't you?"

Young Jean Grey was speechless. That statement was absolutely correct, and if I were the same as yesterday, you wouldn't be in the mood to talk about this and that right now.