Early morning.
Sunlight streamed through the window, scattering into the room.
The air in the room seemed to carry the dry scent of being baked by the sun, along with a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
Amy Kloe, lying on the bed, her eyelashes fluttering, showed signs of waking.
After a while.
Amy slowly opened her eyes.
She felt like she had a dream.
In the dream—
She couldn't remember what happened, she only vaguely recalled that before her heart attack and collapse, just as she was about to lose consciousness, someone seemed to have held her.
She didn't see the person's appearance.
But!
The person's aura felt very familiar to her, a feeling of being connected by blood.
Amy thought to herself, propping herself up with her arms, trying to get up.
Wait a minute.
The moment Amy instinctively got up from the bed, she suddenly reacted, feeling her beating heart, and then her gaze fell on her arm.
"This..."
"My arm..."
Amy's eyes widened, looking at her arm, which was no longer emaciated and bony, but a healthy, fair arm. She then instinctively reached out to touch her cheek.
The next second.
Her expression was filled with shock as she got out of bed, bypassed the crib placed nearby, and ran into the master bathroom.
She turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror.
Bright, lustrous blonde hair.
No longer sunken eyes.
Fleshier cheeks.
Amy was stunned.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her hands constantly moving over her cheeks, and the 'Amy' in the mirror moved with her actions.
Hiss!
Amy instinctively gasped.
The next second.
She seemed to recall something, and her entire body stiffened as if electrocuted. Then, with wide eyes, she slowly turned around, left the bathroom, and walked over to the crib placed nearby.
This is...
Amy's right hand caressed a mark on the crib, weathered by time, and then she looked at the layout of the entire bedroom.
She finally understood now why she had that inexplicable sense of familiarity earlier.
Because—
The layout of this bedroom, if not identical to the bedroom she once owned, was at least ninety percent similar.
No way.
Hawk is not a god.
He certainly couldn't find all the furniture from a house twenty-odd years ago and arrange it perfectly.
Perhaps with the Reality Stone.
But there was no need for that.
After a while.
The bedroom door on the second floor opened.
Amy, having found a piece of clothing in the closet that she distinctly remembered leaving in her apartment but somehow appeared here, cautiously stepped out of the bedroom.
In an instant.
Amy seemed to see the shadow of the house she and Andrew had briefly owned.
Not just the photos on the second-floor hallway wall.
Or the wallpaper.
Amy, somewhat bewildered, touched the wallpaper on the wall, one hand on the stair railing, and came downstairs to the first floor.
The layout of the first floor also looked familiar to Amy.
But Amy didn't pay attention to these things. Instead, she jogged over to the bar, looked at the neatly arranged photo frames on the bar, and the photos inside them, then breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second.
Her gaze fell on a document and a car key placed on top of it, in front of the photo frame of her former family of four.
Amy frowned, set the car key aside, then opened the document and took out a stack of papers inside.
This document was nothing else.
It was a proof of property ownership.
"132 Westview, Jersey City, New Jersey."
"Property Owner—"
"Andrew Kloe, Amy Kloe."
"Oh!"
Amy looked at her husband's name appearing once again on the document, her heart stirred. Her right hand quickly covered her mouth, but tears couldn't help but fall.
Just then.
A sound, seemingly from the house next door, reached Amy's ears.
It was a female voice.
"Jean, don't run over there, the paint isn't dry yet."
"Got it, Mom."
"Billy, don't climb out of the lawn, just stay on the lawn with your brother."
"..."
Amy listened to the sounds outside, quickly wiped her moist eyes, put the document back in place, and walked towards the front door.
She still didn't quite understand what had happened.
She clearly fainted in New York City, so how did she end up in Jersey City? And that property deed with her husband's name... What on earth was going on?
Amy had too many questions in her heart.
After pushing open the door.
She saw a very tidy street, clean houses, and—
It was a woman in her twenties, with long fiery red hair, currently standing with her arms crossed at the edge of a lawn to her right, a very familiar smile on her face.
The reason the smile was familiar was because she once had it too.
It was a mother's smile.
Amy thought for a moment, walked over, and then saw a seemingly recently built playground, and a little girl playing there like a butterfly.
And... two little boys crawling around on the plastic lawn right in front of her.
She didn't know why.
Amy looked at the two little ones crawling around on the lawn, and suddenly, her heart stirred, a feeling of déjà vu.
She instinctively looked at Wanda beside her.
However, just as Amy was about to ask, Wanda looked at Billy, who was once again mischievously trying to climb out of the plastic lawn, and her eyebrows arched.
She was angry.
"Billy Kloe, stay off the lawn."
"..."
Kloe?
Amy, who was just about to greet Wanda, looked at the stern-faced Wanda and instinctively focused her gaze on Billy, who, under Wanda's scolding, obediently retreated back onto the plastic lawn.
Then—
She suddenly realized why she felt a sense of déjà vu when looking at Billy and Tommy.
Because through Billy's small face, Amy seemed to see the small face she once held in her arms.
It was a small face she would never forget in her life.
Just then.
Wanda came to Billy's side, picked up Billy, who was more mischievous than Tommy, and then looked at the shocked Amy.
Amy met Wanda's gaze, looked at Billy in Wanda's arms, and then, as if realizing something, her eyes flickered.
Their eyes met.
Amy's voice trembled as she looked at Wanda, her gaze on Billy.
"This..."
"Yes."
Wanda didn't play coy, saying with a smile, "Billy Kloe, he is your grandson."
Amy covered her mouth with both hands.
Tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes.
Wanda smiled and handed the somewhat restless Billy in her arms to Amy: "Billy, meet your grandmother, Amy Kloe."
Amy hastily removed her hands from her mouth and quickly took Billy from Wanda's hands.
It was magical.
Billy, who had been somewhat restless in Wanda's arms, seemed to calm down immediately after being held by Amy.
Amy looked at Billy in her arms, then at Wanda, who had picked up the other little one.
Wanda was holding Tommy.
"This is Tommy Kloe. He and Billy are twins. Billy is the older brother, Tommy is the younger brother."
"Also your grandson."
"You also have a granddaughter."
"Her name is..."
"My name is Jean!"
Jean, who had slid down the slide with a whoosh and ran to Wanda's side, holding her mother's hand, looked up at Amy holding Billy and introduced herself with a bright smile.
"I am Jean."
"Jean Kloe!"
Gwen, at 521A Palm Street, looked at the three new identification documents that fell out after tearing open the envelope, then looked up at Hawk, who was walking down the stairs, and said, "The little ones' documents have arrived."
Hawk was slightly surprised at her words, looking at the three federal documents Gwen held open in her hand.
"How did they get sent here? Shouldn't they have been sent directly to Westview?"
"I don't know."
Gwen shook her head, took out her phone, and called Sharon.
After a while.
Gwen hung up Sharon's call, looked at Hawk, who was sitting on a high stool opposite her, drinking coffee, and chuckled.
"A new person in the mailroom mixed them up."
"...Alright."
Hawk heard the reason, acknowledged it, put down his coffee cup, and then looked at the three genuine federal documents placed beside his hand.
Jean Kloe.
Billy Kloe and Tommy Kloe.
After returning from Kamar-Taj, Hawk received the identity documents for the three little ones that Sharon had sent.
However, at that time, the surname of the three little ones was Phoenix.
Clearly.
Gwen was very generous. In Gwen's words, whether he wanted to admit it or not, the three little ones were indeed his blood descendants.
So the three little ones should take Hawk's surname.
But... the surname Phoenix was not just a surname; it was also chosen by Gwen.
It was his and Gwen's shared surname.
So... it just so happened that at that time, Hawk had compressed his timeline and found his past.
Phoenix was his surname.
Kloe was also his surname.
Hawk then asked Sharon to help change the surname of the three little ones again, and it was the documents Sharon sent that made him think about where to settle Amy Kloe.
Gwen looked at Hawk sitting on the high stool, and took a sip of coffee: "By the way, Mrs. Chloe is waking up today, right?"
Hawk put the three little ones' documents aside.
"Yes."
"Are you sure you're not going to meet her?"
"No need."
Hawk shook his head at the suggestion, looked at Gwen who had proposed he meet her, and chuckled: "Phoenix's belongs to Phoenix, Kloe's belongs to Kloe!"
Yes.
Phoenix's belongs to Phoenix.
Kloe's belongs to Kloe.
This was the best solution Hawk could come up with... (End of Chapter)
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