To be honest.
Helen is still a bit confused even now, completely unsure if what she's experienced is real or an illusion.
But the sensation of being shot felt very real.
Even now, as she recalls it, her heart involuntarily twitches.
And the bullet hole in her clothes, along with the bullet that fell out from inside her clothing, all seem to be telling one thing.
What she went through was real.
She died.
But she didn't actually die.
Revived from Nirvana, initially worried about George, and because she knew George had something to say, went to the surgery side to watch Mahoney's operation. When Helen came back again, she finally had time to calm down and think back over what had happened to her.
She remembered the place she went to after getting shot.
There was a dome that was unlike anything on earth, a meadow blooming with countless exotic flowers, and that incredibly majestic Holy Hall.
The most important point.
That...
The little girl who seemed to bear some resemblance to her son-in-law in the brow.
Right.
Did that little girl mention something about a "brother"?
In her mind, Helen recalled the image of Anya, then realized, and her gaze instantly fixed on Hawk.
Hawk, seeing Helen's gaze, was moved inside and also looked at Helen.
Helen frowned.
"I... seem to have seen your sister Anya, Hawk."
"What?"
George, standing by, heard this and was slightly taken aback.
Gwen's eyes also contracted: "Mom, you said you saw Anya?"
Hawk simply looked calmly at Helen.
The Netherworld existed in his Little Cosmos, and he was thoroughly aware of any movements in the Netherworld, naturally knowing Anya had indeed met Helen.
However, Helen barely got a few words in before she entered the Phoenix Nirvana protocol.
"Yes."
"It must have been your sister Anya."
"That place should be Heaven."
"I seemed to have gone to Heaven and saw your sister Anya. She really resembles you between the brows; I must not have been mistaken."
Helen had her brows tightly furrowed, but as she spoke, her brows gradually relaxed, then she looked at George: "I died, but I lived again, George."
Eyes locked.
George didn't hesitate, excited and yet restrained in his strength, cautiously drawing Helen into his embrace, then exclaimed.
"Thank God!"
"..."
George was thrilled inside, attributing all this success to God.
But Hawk wasn't pleased.
Hawk looked at George, who was plainly giving credit that belonged to him to that old God guy, and he raised an eyebrow.
"That was..."
"Wonderful, Hawk!"
Gwen, who was always paying attention to Hawk's movements, saw that Hawk was about to speak up and claim the credit that was rightfully his, and cheerfully exclaimed, hugging Hawk instantly, then quickly whispered in his ear: "Lab coat."
Hawk, who was considering claiming his credit, raised an eyebrow, and his gaze met Gwen's eyes as she looked up at him from his embrace.
In a split second, Hawk made a decision.
"You go."
"You..."
On hearing this, Gwen also raised an eyebrow, looking at Hawk who was profiting from the situation, just about to say something, but as she saw Hawk opening his mouth again, she realized and bit her lip.
"Fine!"
"Deal."
Hawk smiled brightly.
Well then.
If George wants to thank God, let him thank God, anyway, George is thanking a God without specifying which one.
God Jehovah is a God.
God Hawk is also a God.
No difference.
Besides.
It's just a reputation; those are meaningless compared to seeing Gwen in a lab coat, which is the most meaningful.
Hawk thought contentedly to himself.
After settling with Hawk, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still something unresolved. After getting out of Hawk's embrace, she turned and looked at her parents, who were also affectionately engaged, and hurriedly said: "Dad, Mom died!"
Upon hearing this, Helen was instantly displeased.
She looked at herself, clearly not dead, being cursed by her own daughter Gwen, face darkening, just about to speak.
At that moment, George had already reacted, nodding, and looking seriously at Helen.
"Yes, you have died, Helen."
"..."
I'm dead?
When? Wait, could I really be dead, and all this is just a dream after death?
Helen was dumbfounded.
But soon, George explained it to her.
Of course.
George left out the part about him turning into a vampire.
After all, his mind was a bit chaotic right now, and he hadn't figured out how to tell Helen about this.
But one thing was certain.
If those vampires knew Helen wasn't dead, they'd definitely sense something, retreat to discuss it, but they'd certainly take action against Helen again.
So...
Until those vampires were caught, Helen had to remain in a 'death state'.
Helen understood.
She could also comprehend it.
It's just...
Helen looked at her husband George, then looked at her daughter Gwen, her expression inexplicable: "So I'm supposed to be dead, aren't I?"
George and Gwen exchanged a glance.
"Helen."
"Mom."
"..."
Hawk stood silently by, without getting involved, and even directly used the Reality Gemstone to modify his presence, then quietly turned and walked out of the ward.
He didn't want to partake in such trivial matters.
If Gwen didn't stop him from taking action, to say the least, the vampires in New York City would have already obediently delivered the so-called 'Blood Red Apocalypse' organization and its Black Hand behind the scenes to him.