Chapter 989: The Experience of Daughter Jean (Third Update!!!)

The transport plane, carrying the rescued mutants and the young X-Men, flew back toward the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters located in Westchester County.

The rescued mutants sat together.

The young X-Men sat together.

But regardless of whether they were the rescued mutants or the young X-Men, their gazes were currently focused on the family of three in the cockpit not far away, along with Quicksilver Pietro and Mystique Raven, who was serving as the lead pilot.

Jean sat in the co-pilot's seat, assisting Mystique in operating this transport plane, which could be considered borrowed from the Alkali Culver Lake dam base.

Hearing Wanda was looking at this Earth's Quicksilver Pietro, continuing the topic that hadn't finished just moments ago.

"Magneto... is your father? Isn't your father Ilia?"

"Ilia is our father."

Quicksilver Pietro shook his head, looking at Hearing Wanda: "But, I don't know what the universe you are in is like, but here, Ilia is our stepfather."

Hearing Wanda frowned: "But your mother is Marina?"

Pietro nodded.

"Yes."

"...Alright."

Hearing this, Hearing Wanda nodded, somewhat accepting it.

It wasn't her first time seeing a version of herself from the multiverse, and she already knew that the settings of the multiverse varied, but she just hadn't expected that the version of herself and Quicksilver on this Earth would actually be the children of that Magneto, Erik.

This...

Although Hearing Wanda couldn't understand it, she could accept this setting.

Anyway, the setting here applied to the Pietro and Hearing Wanda of this place, not to herself.

Just as her daughter had said.

The Pietro here was not her uncle, and likewise, for Hearing Wanda, the biological father of the Pietro and Hearing Wanda here was not her own biological father.

However, because of the difference in settings, in an instant, the desire Hearing Wanda had felt to find time to meet her variant here faded quite a bit.

So...

Because her interest had faded, Hearing Wanda gradually reduced the topics of conversation with this Pietro.

Canada was not far from the Federation; soon, under the control of Mystique Raven and her daughter Jean, the transport plane began to descend, and finally, as the morning light appeared the next day, it landed vertically on the lawn of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.

Although the main building of the X-Mansion was currently a ruin due to the explosion.

The annex building still remained.

Led by Mystique and Beast, the rescued mutants were quickly assigned several rooms to rest in.

Hawk and Hearing Wanda followed their daughter Jean to the room located on the third floor of the annex.

Although the room was not large, it had everything it needed, and it was kept very tidy and orderly.

Hawk looked around, like a father visiting his daughter's rented apartment, looked at his daughter Jean, and nodded.

"Not bad, just like me."

"..."

Hearing Wanda, standing to the side, watched the very proud Hawk, and the image of herself having to go to 521A Palm Street every weekend in her own universe to help clean the house surfaced in her mind; she really found it hard to understand where Hawk's comment about it being "just like me" came from.

But thoughts were just thoughts, and Hearing Wanda didn't just blurt out a retort.

After all, men are men.

When out and about, nothing is more important than saving face.

How does that saying go?

When a man is out and about, he can do without substance, but he must have face no matter what.

So...

Hearing Wanda nodded, giving him face: "It is indeed tidied up well. When your daddy and I were coming over, we were wondering if you would be suffering here, but it looks like you're doing okay."