Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v15 Chapter 70 those unspoken words

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Thanos didn't look back.

He didn't dare—for fear of seeing a mocking smile or a disappointed look, or an emotionless calm, neither of which was what he expected.

After truly living as a mortal for a while, the one-time Mad Titan realizes just how badly wrong he has made in the past. Because of this, he is fully aware that his daughter has the right to hate him.

Even had the right to kill him.

Thanos' right hand stayed on the curtain, rubbing nervously. Turning a small area into a wrinkled shape, at this moment, Gamora's voice came from behind him.

"I'm doing fine, father. I met a nice man who, though stupid and sometimes out of character, loves me with all his heart."

"I also have a group of buddies, we roam the universe and call ourselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. Occasionally, I'll make a cameo as an adventurer, exploring some planets where no one exists. The income is not bad, and I'm very comfortable living."

Listen to her voice, and that relaxed tone. The first thing that came to Thanos' heart was not relief and relief.

It was an unfounded anger.

- How can you have no hatred for me?

The black curtains in front of him gradually turned into chaotic colors, and Thanos lowered his head with a wry smile on his face. Yes, what was more difficult for him to accept than hatred was Gamora's nonchalance.

Putting on a calm face without a trace, he turned around and said, "Really, then it would be better—"

He swallowed the words before he could finish the second half of the sentence. Gamora smiled and sat on the chair, two lines of crystal tears falling straight down. When they dripped to the ground, Thanos' heart throbbed without warning.

He subconsciously took two steps forward and reached out his hand, trying to wipe away her tears.

Thanos was startled abruptly, and some pictures in his memory emerged. He remembered that when Gamora was young, she would hide and cry secretly because she couldn't take it after training, while Thanos would secretly bring all kinds of desserts to her, and then wipe her face for her. tears.

The child gradually overlapped with the woman in front of him, his hand remained steady, but did not move.

Gamora didn't hide—but his hand stopped in mid-air, and retracted it on his own accord.

Thanos looked away: "...So, you came to me, what's the matter?"

"I don't know why I came to you, Father," Gamora said softly. "Maybe I just want to see you, maybe I want to kill you. I don't know, Father. I don't know if I love you more or hate you more."

"You're a lunatic, you killed my mother, my countrymen. Take me to the cold, dark depths of space and bring me to the brink of death countless times. You've made me what I am, and I can kill with the wave of a finger. A dozen civilians—but, I don't want that."

Gamora raised her hand, long and articulate, but not reminiscent of a pianist or artist. On the contrary, those seemingly weak fingers gave people an unbearable sharpness.

"These hands could have been used for other things, and you let them kill. I killed a lot of people for you, Dad. A lot of innocent people, and I didn't want to kill them."

Thanos' ice-like expression finally melted, and his lips trembled, opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

"Say something."

The daughter was sobbing—in a weak tone, an emotion he had never allowed her to show in the past. At this time, his daughter was repeating this sentence over and over again, tears turned into oceans, and shattered on the ground, along with someone's heart.

"Please, say something."

What should I say?

Apologize?

Can an apology make up for the life you lost? I don't think it can, boy.

Looking at those eyes full of tears, Thanos finally said only a few words, pale and weak: "I, I'm sorry."

"Jingle Bell-!"

The phone rang, breaking the embarrassing scene.

Thanos reached out his hand subconsciously, pressed it on the receiver, the bell continued to ring, and after three seconds, he

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I realized that I should pick up the phone.

He picked it up, and Aurora's voice came through the receiver: "Sir, something happened to Mrs. Hopkins."

"...What?" Thanos said, only to realize that his voice was hoarse and scary.

"She...she was in a car accident on her way to the hospital and Mr. Hank passed by and found her. He called me and asked me to let you know."

car accident?

Some familiar things are slowly returning to Thanos' heart, and a certain intuition that is so familiar to him is tingling in his brain. The temples on both sides were beating wildly, and his voice became hoarse again: "Where?"

Aurora's voice quickly pulled him back to reality, and there was worry and fear in that voice "...three blocks away."

"I see, Aurora, thank you. I plan to leave work early today, please close the door for me."

Thanos hung up the phone and Gamora stood up. The time for father and daughter to talk has passed, and it is impossible for them to talk to each other like ordinary people after all. Some things can only be rotten in the stomach for a lifetime, and the ones that are said are actually enough.

Gamora wiped away her tears and smiled, "I remember you never apologized, Father."

"I don't remember you ever calling me Dad."

Without further ado, Thanos picked up his coat and went out with Gamora.

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Hank is smoking.

His cigarettes are all hand-rolled and made by himself. The scent of tobacco brought back from the city that was paid for is long and mellow, and the smoke of birds and birds burns into the sky. He leaned in front of his car, his expression gloomy.

The sound of an ambulance came from my ears, and the security belt had been pulled at the scene. The two young people were talking to the police who came with fear on their faces. They were witnesses.

A dead body was lifted from the ground on a stretcher by two paramedics in white. In the distance, a man with a demented expression was being escorted into a police car.

The scattered blood on the ground looked like some kind of surreal painting, but it was starting to give him a dull ache in his stomach.

He knows that this matter is probably not so simple - not to mention whether there will be such a coincidence in the world, and, even if there is, he will go to the **** and have a good talk.

A police officer approaches ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Fall in Texas isn't hot, but it's not cold either. He was wearing a short-sleeved uniform with a reliable .45 around his waist, and nodded at Hank.

"Check it out?" Hank smiled at him and turned to put out the cigarette.

The policeman's name is Daniel, who is currently trying to conceive with his wife, and this story has spread far and wide in the town. For this reason, he quit smoking and drinking, and even changed the habit of not eating vegetables, just to have a "good luck". Hank didn't want his second-hand smoke to affect him.

"Find it out - from out of town, not local. Drunk and driving at low speed in town. When I saw Mrs. Hopkins, I sped up and asked him not to say anything."

Daniel spoke, took a step forward, took off his police cap, and covered the police badge again, his expression became gloomy: "Come to the police station later, I will check the surveillance."

"Understood." Hank smiled at him again, but this time there was something different in his smile.

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