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Chapter 126 Women are inherently weak, but become strong when they become mothers.

Chapter 126 Women are inherently weak, but become strong when they become mothers (3/5, please subscribe)

After half an hour.

The red Chevrolet has returned to its home in Washington, D.C.

Edward, who was standing like a statue at his doorstep, watched Locke and Esme get out of the car with normal expressions.

His experience as a professional Secret Service agent told him this.

These two people are completely different from their seemingly normal demeanor.

But his professional competence also told him so.

I don't ask, I don't say, I don't care.

Edward greeted him with a smile, "You're back?"

Locke hummed in agreement, nodded to Edward, and asked curiously, "Why don't you go inside and sit down?"

Edward said, "I like it cooler; calmness gives me more time to think about things."

Locke asked with a smile:

"What's the problem?"

Why did I choose to join the Secret Service?

Edward said quietly.

Joining the Secret Service is seen by most people in the federal government as a perfect and high-end job.

After all, as Secret Service agents, especially those of them who are sent abroad for security, they know the powerful and wealthy people in Washington, D.C.

In the future, you may encounter some problems that are difficult for you to solve, but in the eyes of the powerful and wealthy, it may just be a matter of a phone call.

That's what Edward thought at the time.

Then he realized that he had been too naive.

Once you enter Washington D.C., it's like entering a deep sea; from then on, integrity becomes a thing of the past.

In a word.

Dirty!

It's so damn dirty.

The only thing Edward can guarantee right now is to stay out of it. Otherwise, he doesn't know if he'll live to a peaceful retirement, but he'll definitely die a mysterious and inexplicable death one day.

Locke understood Edward's underlying meaning and smiled, offering a solution: "You can come to my Sentinel Special Operations Bureau."

Locke was caught off guard by the sudden promotion.

He could manage if it was just the sentry operations director for New York City, but he was short-staffed for the operations director position for a whole state.

Especially those people you know well.

Edward fits this criterion perfectly.

but---·

"Sentinel Special Operations Bureau?"

"Yes."

"Feel sorry."

Edward shook his head and looked at Locke: "My sister is a mutant. I don't think I'll be able to get into the Sentinel Service."

Locke smiled and said, "It's not like you're the only one who knows mutants."

Edward shook his head again.

"I feel like if I join the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau, my sister will definitely cut ties with me."

"That's true, but you're always welcome."

"Thanks."

Locke didn't insist. After exchanging a few words with Edward at the door, he took Esme back inside.

Esme then looked at Locke with curiosity.

"Is Edward's sister a mutant?"

"Yes, Edward showed me the photos; she's a very cute girl."

"And his sister now—"

"You asked if she's dead? No, she's alive and well. I remember seeing Edward's sister when I came back last year."

Edward's sister is said to be a bunny girl.

The literal sense.

This feature is useless to him.

He might consider turning into a gorilla if he could, but turning into a rabbit?

forget it.

Washington D.C. has no shortage of rabbit men.

Locke was thinking to himself when he saw the surprised look on his wife's face.

"Aren't you surprised?"

"A bit, I thought—"

"This is Washington, D.C."

Locke took off his wool coat and, while speaking, walked behind his wife to help her take it off: "Also, as I told you, apart from a small number of people, the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau, at least those in power, never really care about mutants. It's just that controlling mutants makes their power greater."

Again.

If mainstream society sympathizes with mutants, the top brass of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau wouldn't mind changing their own principles.

The goal has shifted from eliminating mutants to protecting them.

As for Edward's sister.

Edward was the whip's security detail, so the Washington sentries naturally wouldn't go out of their way to arrest Edward's sister.

Just like when Locke went to the Sentinel Headquarters in Washington, D.C., the two Sentinels preferred to suspect that the detector was broken rather than suspect that Locke was a mutant.

It's just a job to make money, it's not like it's worth risking your life.

Therefore, unless Edward's sister deliberately exposes herself, no Sentinel would be willing to arrest the sister of a Secret Service agent who protects the Whip.

Furthermore...

Mutant genes are mutations, which are uncontrollable. Who knows if your family members or your children will mutate into mutants?

so--·

It's for your own good, and it's also for my own good.

Esme smiled and shook her head. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered something Locke had just said.

"When did you get a mutant sister?"

"ah."

"What you just said."

"oh."

Locke raised an eyebrow, hung their coats aside, and casually said, "I was just saying, isn't this just to reduce the distance between us?"

Esme raised an eyebrow.

"Is this what you mean by never lying?"

"hehe."

Locke paused for a moment, then looked at Esme and said with a smile, "Darling, I mean, I never lie about love. You see, I'm very honest with you. You asked me, and I told you."

Esme nodded and smiled slightly.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Esme's smile.

The matter of the small cave is finally over.

but-

next second.

Now I know why Stephanie is so hung up on you.

Esme suddenly smiled, looking at Locke with a smile on her lips: "Little Cave, I missed you."

Locke's lips twitched. "It's just a nickname. You can call me Little Cave if you want."

Esme raised an eyebrow, just about to speak.

Just then.

Hearing the noise, Claire's mother came over from the living room and looked at Locke: "What little cave?"

Locke looked at his mother, Claire, as she came out, and asked curiously, "Didn't you go to the company?"

Claire glanced at Locke, then at Esme, and then looked back at Locke.

"I originally wanted to go."

"Then---."

"I just got a call from Stephanie."

"Woolen cloth."

Locke was taken aback upon hearing this.

Claire ignored Locke and instead looked at Esme: "Do you know about Stephanie's relationship with him?"

Locke, seeing this, was just about to speak.

"mom..·

"Shut up."

Claire, the mother, spoke up immediately, then looked at Esme and extended an invitation: "Want to see my garden?"

Esme smiled and nodded, accepting the invitation: "Okay."

talking.

Esme gave Locke a reassuring look, then followed her mother Claire toward the back garden.

Locke frowned, watching the departing mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. After thinking for a moment, he looked up at the second floor, then went up the stairs and re-entered the study.

Old Underwood was smoking a cigarette as he opened the window leading to the escape staircase.

Amidst the swirling smoke, one could vaguely see that one side of Old Underwood's cheek was slightly flushed.

Good guy.

Mom's taken action now.

Locke, lost in thought, went into his study.

Old Underwood, who was smoking, glanced at Locke and casually tossed a cigarette to him.

Locke took it and picked up a cigarette.

He was just about to light it.

"Your mother said that smoking is not allowed in the room."

Locke looked at old Underwood sitting by the window without saying a word.

Old Underwood shifted his position, making room for the other half of the space.

"Come here."

Locke was silent for a moment, then walked over, turned to face the study, and with a small jump, sat down by the window, just like old Underwood.

after awhile.

Locke exhaled a smoke ring and gave old Underwood a wary look: "What, didn't you tell my mother beforehand that you were planning to find me a mistress?"

God is my witness.

He thought that old Underwood had told his mother, Claire, about Stephanie.

after all·--

This is a big deal, and old Underwood can't just go through his mother and tell him directly.

result!

It seems that old Underwood really didn't tell his mother, Claire, beforehand.

"hiss!"

"You are truly brave."

Locke looked at old Underwood with admiration.

Old Underwood's eye twitched slightly. He silently took a drag of his cigarette and said nothing.

He didn't say it.

but--

He felt there was absolutely no need to say it.

From a practical standpoint, the situation between Locke and Stephanie is a good thing for this couple who share similar values but whose relationship is more about mutual affection.

Anyway, Locke is a boy, so no matter what, Locke won't lose out; he'll only make a huge profit.

So old Underwood always felt that even if he didn't say anything, his wife Claire would support him.

just.

Theory and practice seem to be two different things.

After he mentioned that Locke and Stephanie's relationship had become a good thing, Claire slapped him across the face.

She can do it herself, so why can't her son?

Besides, this rebellious son already had one outside, so having another one won't be a big deal.

Old Underwood didn't quite understand.

Locke glanced at the hint of confusion that flashed across old Underwood's face, a man who always appeared confident and composed, and chuckled inwardly.

"Don't you understand?"

........

Old Underwood gave Locke a wary look.

"You know?"

"certainly."

That's understandable.

Who told you to scheme and plot, only to end up scheming against your own son?

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

Old Underwood wasn't unaware of this principle; it's just that he was too chauvinistic and didn't want to understand it.

Would Claire, Locke's mother, be unhappy if Locke had other women outside?

How could that be?

Claire's anger stemmed from a simple reason.