Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

St. Agnes Orphanage.

The spring sunshine shines on the corridor, dispelling the cold that lasted for several days. New buds sprouted from the branches nearby, and a few birds landed happily on the branches.

A little girl sat alone on the railing, her head lowered, her face completely covered by her thick black hair, her hands tightly wrapped around her clothes, and she looked not in a good mood.

Under the black hair, a delicate little face was tightly tensed, and his teeth were biting his lips, which actually produced a few strands of blood.

She just sat so quietly, but there seemed to be a gap separating her from the world, without interfering with or affecting each other.

At this time, a little boy walked over with a blind cane. His eyes were tightly closed, and there were a few scars on the corners of his eyes. It seemed that he had an accident.

Although he couldn't see it, the little boy moved very quickly, as if he was very familiar with this place.

"Skye, long time no see. I heard they said you were back again, so I guessed you must be here." The little boy sat next to the little girl in a familiar manner and patted her shoulder gently, "Skye, don't be sad. ,everything will get better."

"Matt, I was sent back by my foster family, again." Skye finally raised his head, his eyes were red and his nose was quivering, but he stubbornly refused to cry.

Matt smiled, grabbed her hand, and put it over his eyes, "At least you've been out, at least you can see the outside world, can't you?"

"Matt, I'm sorry." Skye finally cried, crying on Matt's shoulder.

Matt still had a sunny smile on his face, patted her on the head, and comforted her softly, "It's okay, we'll be fine together."

……

In the dean's office, a young couple sat opposite the dean. The husband frowned, folded his arms and said nothing, while the wife was sobbing softly, wiping away tears.

The dean looked around twice helplessly, "Mr. Jones, are you really not thinking about it anymore?"

Jones was silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head, "Ms. Dean, we really tried our best!"

Mrs. Jones suddenly burst into tears, crying and complaining: "Madam Dean, woo...we really like her! We don't have our own children, we only adopted her, and we did everything we could for her But, she just can't integrate into our life, she always stares in the mirror in a daze, and never takes the initiative to say a word at home! Woooooo..."

"We take her to the playground, fishing at the lake, picnics, and museums every week. We play with her every day after work, tell her stories, and teach her cooking, painting, and piano! We really She did everything, but she never took the initiative to talk to us! She never even smiled at us. She couldn't integrate into our lives at all!" Jones took over the words and told about his efforts, his hands unconsciously Waving in the air, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Okay!" The dean sighed, "When you came to adopt her a year ago, I told you that she was like this in the last foster family."

"We really thought that as long as we paid, we would be rewarded, but..." Jones put down his hand weakly, with a very frustrated expression.

"I understand. I will go through the formalities for the two of you." The dean sat up straight and looked at the couple with a smile. "Then Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones, what are your plans? Would you like to adopt a new one?" An orphan?"

"Of course!" Mrs. Jones stopped crying, and looked at the dean with red eyes, her tone was very firm, "This is also one of the purposes of our coming again! We need a child!"

"So, what are your requirements? Is it still the same as last time?" The dean stood up and took out a thick piece of information from the cabinet next to him.

"Yes, just like last time, we need a healthy daughter!" Jones stared closely at the information in the dean's hand, eager to know who would be his future daughter.

The dean rummaged through the documents for a while, and handed them a copy of the documents, "What do you think of her?"

Jones hurriedly took the information, opened it and looked at the photo in the upper right corner for the first time, "Oh, my God, she is so beautiful!"

"Yes, Jones, look at her nose, it really looks like yours!" Mrs. Jones pointed to the little girl in the photo, her face full of surprise.

"Yes, her eyes are just like yours! Madame Dean, what's her name? Can we meet her?"

"Of course, her name is Jessica!"

……

The Joneses finally took away their adopted daughter. The dean returned to the office, looked at Skye's information on the table, and sighed helplessly.She walked to the window and looked out, and she could faintly see the lonely figure on the railing of the corridor.

"Skye, why don't you cherish these opportunities? Only a small part of the children in the orphanage can be adopted. Most children will not be adopted even if they reach adulthood, but you gave up twice!"

The dean stood in front of the window and murmured to herself. The glass was stained with a layer of white mist from her breath. She slowly wiped away a small piece in the middle, revealing the lonely figure. She murmured with some distress: "Yes." I wonder if anyone will adopt you!"

"Of course!" A voice suddenly came from behind her, making her almost fall in fright.

"Oh, sorry, ma'am!" A tall figure quickly ran over and helped her to be placed on the chair. "I saw the door was open and came in. I'm sorry to scare you."

"It's okay, it's okay," the dean gasped, "Are you?"

"Let me introduce myself. I am Eric Lanshere, a Polish hereditary baron, and the president of Alice Industries." Eric stood up straight, straightened his clothes, and showed a Coulson-like smile, letting himself Seemingly relatable, "I want to adopt that girl, Skye!"

"Um, why? You may not know, she was sent back by the foster family just now, she..."

"Ma'am, I have read her information, but I still want to adopt her." Eric interrupted the dean with a firm tone.

The dean glanced at him suspiciously, "Sir, can I see your driver's license or passport first?"

Eric's smile froze immediately, it was because he acted too urgently, making him a bad guy!

Eric had no choice but to take out his own information and explain it to the dean, which convinced her that he was not a bad person.

"Mr. Eric, why do you have to adopt her? She is not easy to get along with."

"Because she is very important to me! Just think of it as fate. Look, we are both half-Chinese, aren't we?" Eric looked out the window and saw the lonely figure.

"finally found you!"

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