Chapter 70: Gwen's Two Younger Brothers

Manhattan, Goring Apartment!

Since marrying George Stacy, Helen Stacy, who had been a virtuous wife and mother at home, was preparing today's dinner in the kitchen.

Nine-year-old Howard Stacy and eight-year-old Simon Stacy, Gwen's two younger brothers, were sitting in the living room watching TV, racing against time.

Yes.

Racing against time, because once Helen freed up her hands, she would urge them to study.

In Helen's words, your sister Gwen studies so well, and you both came from the same stomach, so your studies should also be pretty good.

But in reality, Howard and Simon's grades couldn't be said to be very bad; it could only be said that they had been hovering on the passing line, and sometimes they would fall if they were not careful.

See.

Howard and Simon failed their year-end exams this year, for which Helen directly cut off one hour of entertainment they could have every day.

Just then.

The doorbell rang.

"Howard, Simon, it's time for you to go back to your room to read."

"... Alright."

Helen, who walked out of the kitchen, glanced at Howard and Simon sitting on the sofa, said faintly, and then walked to the door and opened it while watching Howard and Simon, who obediently accepted their fate and walked toward their room on the second floor.

Hawk, standing at the door, looked at Helen, who appeared before him after opening the door, and whose first impression was that she gave people a very gentle feeling, and greeted her with a smile: "Good evening, Mrs. Stacy."

Helen, who opened the door, was stunned for a moment, then enthusiastically invited Hawk into the house: "Good evening, Hawk, come in quickly."

Hawk said thank you, and then was pulled into the house by Gwen on the side.

This was Hawk's first time visiting someone else's home in this life.

Gwen's apartment was also on the top floor, and it was a duplex structure with two floors; the area wasn't very large, but everything in sight gave people a feeling of warmth and cleanliness.

Hearing the movement downstairs, George Stacy, who was in the study on the second floor, walked down the stairs with a serious face.

Gwen, who was downstairs quickly getting Hawk familiar with her mother, heard the footsteps and looked at George coming down: "Dad."

After seeing George, Hawk greeted politely: "Mr. Stacy."

George's face was serious and meticulous, looking very much like a big leader who didn't smile.

But this time was much better than yesterday.

George at least hummed, and then walked toward the dining table without saying a word.

Helen looked at her husband's appearance, shook her head with some amusement, and then said to Hawk: "Hawk, sit down quickly, let's eat."

Hawk said thank you again, and then under Gwen's leadership, sat down after nodding and smiling at George, who was sitting opposite him.

Helen then shouted toward the second floor.

"Howard, Simon, come down for dinner."

"Coming."

Howard and Simon, who had already been waiting for this moment in their room with their books, ran down from the second floor, then looked at the stranger who appeared in the dining room, were slightly stunned, and kept staring straight at Hawk even after sitting in their seats.

Hawk noticed it and extended his right hand to Howard.

"Hello, Howard, my name is Hawk."

"My name is Howard."

"My name is Simon."

Eight-year-old Simon, who got up from his seat, also extended his small hand to shake hands with Hawk, then looked at Hawk and blinked: "Are you my sister's boyfriend?"

Hawk instinctively glanced at George sitting opposite.

Sure enough.

George's face was as black as a black person's right now.

Very black.

But...

He didn't speak out against it.

Hawk smiled slightly and nodded to Simon, who had a head of blonde hair like Gwen: "Yes."

As soon as this was said.

George's face turned even blacker.

Gwen smiled and reached out to rub her younger brother Simon's head.

Well done, little brother.

She decided to give her brother ten dollars before going to sleep tonight as a reward.

As for Howard, he didn't have any.

Unlike the form of having dinner together in the East, the dinner together at Gwen's house was a very clear and typical American-style separate meal system.

Of course.

This might also be George Stacy's intention.

In any case, Hawk was an outsider; unless they were very familiar from childhood, or had been here many times, otherwise, the first time visiting, basically they wouldn't use a shared meal system.

Hawk could also understand.

However, separate meals are separate meals, but I have to say, the dinner was indeed not bad.

Just in this life, this was the first dinner Hawk had eaten that was most like a dinner.

Needless to say about the school meals.

As for when he was alone, Hawk didn't pursue color, fragrance, or taste; as long as he was full, it was fine, because living was already very difficult.

At the dining table.

George, like a head of the family, ate his dinner without saying a word.

Helen, like a gentle female head of the family, cared from time to time whether Hawk's food was to his taste and asked some simple, non-deep questions.

Gwen acted as a regulator between her boyfriend and her mother on the side, while acting as a warning device, alertly watching George sitting opposite, fearing that her father George would suddenly explode.

Nine-year-old Howard and eight-year-old Simon were eating their own food on their plates.

They were eating very happily.

Just then.

George, who grabbed the whiskey placed on the side and took a sip, coughed and cleared his throat. ===== CHAPTER 72 =====