195 Breakfast at My Place (1/2)

Since it is still early in the morning, my adopted-grandfather, John Connors, hasn't left for work yet.

It would be around an hour or so before he normally would, at least from his usual schedule.

And on the way to the factory, he would usually drop off his children at their elementary school despite the school being in the opposite direction of his workplace.

His children are Stephanie, Joshua and Misha. Aged 12, 7 and 5 respectively.

Unlike Stephanie, who is adopted, Joshua and Misha are his biological children. Unfortunately.

I mean to say luckily. I did check to make sure they are his children by blood since his whore of a wife, Edith Connors, is a fucking slut of massive proportion. She fucks his former coworkers behind his back, in their family home, not to mention their children are still in the house.

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And did I just say his coworkers?

I mean to say backstabbers and assholes. They will definitely get what is coming to them one day soon, if not directly through me then through one of my many associates or underlings. I wonder how they will like it when their trophy wife is getting nailed behind their back?

In front of them too, as punishment.

Speaking of punishment, Edith Connors is in for one, and it is not because she is a fucking whore. That kind of behavior doesn't really warrant my attention since I do have better things to do and other kind of people to kill.

But the fact that Edith dares to sell my mother to a whorehouse in another timeline does. Due to lack of food available, the whorehouse doubled up as a human meat factory too.

That alternate version of my mother might have forgiven Edith, mostly due to her sacred status within the Origin religion, but I obviously did not.

And since Edith is such a whore, I will make sure she spends the rest of her life as one.

It wouldn't take much effort on my part with the resource at my disposal, but I first need my adopted-grandfather to finally realize what kind of person his wife is. His father is right about his wife from the start.

Despite never meeting my adopted-great-grandfather in person, that feat alone earns him my respect.

Edith really believes that marrying John would be her ticket to the luxury life. Too bad, my great-grand daddy isn't easily fooled by her acting.

That sounds a bit weird, calling my adopted-great-grandfather that. Meh.

I really like people who can gauge other people accurately. It makes them humble as well as arrogance when they needed to be. Too bad none of his children are worth mentioning.

Aside from my adopted-grandfather, of course.

John Connors proves himself to be a good man when the world collapses around him. He even willing to go to hell in place of his children, and if that doesn't earn him respect in my eyes then I don't think anything will.

My family tree is a mess, but not as messy as the family tree with all of my children, regardless of how they are born. Amen.

Joke asides, Edith Connors runs off in the middle of the night without saying a single word to anyone, not even to her own children. Joshua and Misha.

In my opinion, Edith should take at least one of her kids with her, considering they are her actual kids, but I guess that she didn't really love them enough to do so.

Edith never wanted to have any children in the first place. She only goes along with it as a mean to an end, locking down my adopted-grandfather to their relationship and marriage.

Despite that obvious fact, my adopted-grandfather loves her very much. Very blindly too. To the point that he is willing to forgive her for all those extramarital affairs that she has, at least in another reality.

”Yes, of course, John. But are you sure a minute is enough to find your wife? May I ask what happen?”

I question, jokingly.

Even so, my expression remains completely calm and serious.

I already know what had happened through the countless security camera Shield has installed all over the place in his house, and if Edith didn't run off today, it would happen tomorrow or maybe the day after that.

The point is, it will happen eventually. She is a timebomb waiting to explode.

Did Edith run off in the original timeline? I actually don't know for certain, but it is more than certainly.

Edith just needs the financial means to be able to run off with one of her fuckbuddies, but then again, what can I really expect from a whoring gold-digger?

She has always been one, all the way back in high school.

And if Edith remains in the family, being a mother to her children, I think Misha will turn out the same as her. In contrast, Joshua, he will probably be flipping burgers for the rest of his life.

Not really a bad thing for someone like Joshua, at least for the teenage Joshua that I had seen.

I think I should say that John is just a terrible father, just like my dad. Works way too much. Not enough time to pay attention to what happening with me at home and my asshole stepmother.

Ahem.

Fortunately, Edith cares very little about my mother to corrupt her, and I am thankful for the mercy.

I am actually powerless to change the course of history in the original timeline, as it already happened, so the fact that my mother, the original one in the original timeline, turned out to be such a loving and caring person despite her kind of crappy childhood and upbringing leaves a very strong impressing in my mind.

Maybe that is the origin of my mother-complex.

Yes. I am aware of it.

But it is more accurate for it to be called Oedipus-complex as I did fuck her. Couldn't really help myself, as in my mind, she is so beautiful. Irreplaceable.

Ahem.

I shouldn't think of that anymore. It is not a very healthy thought, to be honest.

”Thank you, Max, and I cannot tell you want happen since I don't really know myself. I thought it was all a bad dream at first, but it wasn't. By God, it wasn't. Edith got up last night and tell me that she had trouble sleeping, and that she needed sometime to herself. I thought that she meant she wanted, you know, go for a walk to clear her mind. I didn't think she just left like that.”

John tells me. Tears could be seen in his eyes.

That isn't exactly what happened last night since the security feeds doesn't lie. At least not my security feeds. No one tampers with them. No one dares too.

Edith didn't say anything when she left the bed, so John must have imagined all of it. He is somewhat of a heavy sleeper.

I am obviously not going to tell John otherwise since there is actually no point. He will believe what he wants to believe, and it will help him open his eyes to the truth.

”The car is gone too, Max. I just hope that she doesn't do something stupid.”

He utters, as I raise my brow, mostly for effect.

”Calm down, John. Why would your wife do something stupid? You don't think she will drive off a cliff or something, do you?”

I question and ponder where I should drive her off a cliff. Too bad, I already did that to someone else, so retreading the same path again kind of borings. Need new cruel and unusual way to kill people. I'll just put that on my list of things to do.

Despite already know what my adopted-grandfather is fearfully implying, I still want to hear he says it himself out loud.

It is making conversation, as we are friends of sort. Weird, huh, but not that weirder than many of the strange thing I have seen and done.

”No. Of course not. It's… it's nothing. Anyway, I have to go find her, so please look after my children.”

John mutters. Part of him wants to tell me. The emotional part, but the sensible part tells him not to, as everyone has problem with their marriage, so there is really no point of pulling someone unrelated into the mix.

”Alright, John. No problem. When you are ready, you can tell me. I am always here to help. Oh, by the way, please use my car since it will be difficult to find her on foots. I will open the garage for you.”

I offer and produce a set of car keys in my pocket.

My car doesn't actually need keys since it is just a robot in disguise.

Optimus Prime in disguise to be exact. Not the real Optimus Prime though. It would be awesome. Did I send a clone of myself into the transformer universe? I will have to check on that later and send one if I didn't.

The original cartoon is completed in Japan, so the Gate of Fiction should open a portal into that reality, thus allowing me to steal technologies. That is the concept.