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Martha's heart raced, but she forced herself to remain calm: "I've made up my mind. I've been enduring this for years, but now, I'm going to make decisions for myself."

John's smile vanished instantly, his voice becoming low and dangerous: "For yourself? You know, Martha, you're not smart at all. You want a divorce, just to leave me? Don't be naive, do you really not know why I married you?"

Martha asked nervously, "Then why did you?"

John sneered, his tone filled with contempt: "Of course, it was for your family's money. Your father, that old man, saved up his entire life, I knew it all along. The person he cares about most is you, I married you to slowly get my hands on that money. Now you're talking about divorce, don't be ridiculous."

Martha's fingers gripped the armrest tightly, her eyes faintly tearful, but she didn't back down: "John, a person like you doesn't deserve happiness. You've ruined me, but you won't continue to ruin my life."

John suddenly stood up, his tone becoming aggressive: "You dare to divorce me, I'll make sure you have nothing! Do you think you can survive without me?"

Martha tried to suppress her trembling voice, slowly standing up: "No, you're wrong. I can only truly live if I leave you."

John wanted to continue threatening her, but at that moment, there was a sudden, urgent knock on the door. The door opened, and Lynn and Mark walked in with two law enforcement officers. When John saw Lynn, the darkness on his face was instantly replaced by anger and panic: "What are you doing here?"

Lynn looked at him coldly, his voice devoid of emotion: "We're here to see the true face of a control freak."

As he spoke, he raised the surveillance device in his hand, the screen clearly replaying the conversation from just now, the moment when John confessed to coveting Martha's family fortune was completely recorded.

John's face turned pale, and he pointed at Martha in a panic: "You... you actually dared!"

Lynn stepped forward, his tone stern: "She dared, and you have nowhere to retreat. John Reynolds, you are suspected of multiple instances of domestic violence and financial fraud, we are now formally arresting you."

The law enforcement officers quickly stepped forward, pinning down John, who was still struggling, and handcuffed him. John roared: "You can't do this! This is my home, she's my wife!"

Lynn walked to Martha's side and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Martha nodded, tears glistening in her eyes, but more than that, there was relief: "Thank you, Lynn. Thank you both."

Lynn smiled slightly and patted her on the shoulder: "You did it yourself. You are a brave person, and now, you are finally free."

After John was taken away, Martha collapsed onto the sofa, tears finally streaming down her face, but she had a relieved smile on her face. Lynn sat next to her, handed her a glass of water, and said gently, "From now on, everything will be alright."

When everything settled down and John was taken away by the police, Lynn sat beside Martha, watching her emotions gradually calm down. He said softly, "Martha, you were very brave today. But there's someone you should thank the most."

Martha looked up, her eyes filled with questions: "Who?"

Lynn smiled slightly: "Your father, Howard. He was the first to seek help from us, and he's been worried and working hard for you all along. I know you've been through a lot these years, but he never gave up on you."

Martha's eyes welled up, and she said softly, "I know he's done a lot for me, but... I never properly thanked him. I always thought I wasn't worth it."

Lynn shook his head: "You are worth it, Martha. Your father knows you're worth it, so he did everything he could to protect you."

Martha was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I want to see him."

Lynn stood up and extended his hand: "Then let's go now. He must be eager to know that you're safe now."

The two drove to Howard's clock shop. In the night, the small shop's orange lights seemed particularly warm. When Lynn pushed open the door, Howard was focused on polishing a watch. He looked up and saw Lynn and Martha, his eyes instantly filled with surprise and worry.

"Martha!" Howard put down the tools in his hand and quickly walked over, tightly gripping his daughter's hand. "Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?"

Martha's tears instantly burst out, and she threw herself into her father's arms, sobbing: "Dad, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for making you worry all these years..."

Howard gently patted her back, his voice gentle and firm: "Silly child, there's nothing to be sorry about. You're safe now, that's enough."

Lynn stood aside, quietly watching this scene, a warmth rising in his heart. He waited for their emotions to calm down a little, then stepped forward and said, "Mr. Howard, I really need to thank you this time. If you hadn't sought help from us, things wouldn't have turned out the way they did today."

Howard smiled and shook his head: "No, I should thank you. Without your help, I wouldn't know what to do."

Lynn smiled and then said, "However, now that everything is resolved, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"

Howard was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, smiled, and turned to walk behind the counter, took out a delicate little box, and handed it to Lynn: "Of course, this is the watch custom-made for your father. I've engraved your family's names on it, I hope he'll like it."

Lynn opened the box, inside was an exquisite mechanical watch, the dial engraved with "George Stacy" and the names "Lynn" and "Gwen", simple and meaningful. He looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, Mr. Howard. This is not just a gift, but also a legacy."

Howard said with a smile: "I hope your father likes it, and I hope your family will always be happy."

Lynn solemnly shook Howard's hand, then turned to Martha: "Martha, there are still many things to deal with next, such as legal divorce procedures and psychological recovery. But I believe that with your father's support, you will definitely be able to start over."

Martha nodded, a hint of determination in her eyes: "I will try my best, thank you, Lynn."

Lynn nodded and left, walking outside the shop, he looked up at the night sky. Although he had experienced many twists and turns today, he felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction seeing Martha finally escape her predicament.

He put the box in his arms, thinking about the meaning of the watch, and couldn't help but smile.

Three days later, the Stacy family's living room was filled with a warm atmosphere. George sat on the sofa, wearing a comfortable sweater, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face. Gwen and Lynn were busy decorating the living room, hanging decorations and discussing in whispers.

"Bro, that banner is crooked!" Gwen said with a smile, pointing to the birthday banner that Lynn had just hung up.

"You come and hang it yourself!" Lynn deliberately complained, but still carefully adjusted the position of the banner.

The table was full of George's favorite dishes, and Gwen had specially prepared a large cake with the words "Happy Birthday, Best Dad" written on it.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a simple and warm birthday party officially began. Gwen raised her juice glass with a smile and said, "Dad, today is your big day, my brother and I have prepared a surprise, you will definitely like it!"

George smiled and put down his teacup, looking at his children, his face full of love: "Having you two with me is already my biggest surprise."

"Don't worry, the gift hasn't been presented yet!" Gwen turned and picked up a delicate box and handed it to George, "Dad, this is my gift!"

George opened the box and found a thick photo album inside. When he opened it, it was full of photos of him and his children, from taking Lynn to the park to play when he was a child, to Gwen's first stage performance, every page was full of memories.

"I made it myself." Gwen said proudly, "I hope you like it!"

George's eyes welled up, he flipped through each page, his fingers gently stroking the smiling faces in the photos: "Gwen, this is really great. This is the most meaningful gift I've ever received, thank you."

Gwen happily hugged George: "As long as you like it!"

When it was Lynn's turn, he took out the delicate box from his arms and handed it to George: "Dad, this is what Kate and I chose together, I hope you like it."

George took the box, opened it, and saw the custom-made watch, a look of surprise on his face. He picked up the watch, carefully looked at the names engraved on the dial, his voice a little choked up: "Lynn, this... this is so thoughtful."

"Time has always been important to you." Lynn said with a smile, "This watch is not only to remind you to cherish time, but also to let you know that no matter how time goes by, we will always be by your side."

George took a deep look at Lynn, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you, son. I will always cherish this watch."

The family sat around the table, George was so moved by the children's kindness that he didn't say much, but his smile said it all. The birthday cake was lit, and the light of the candles shone on their faces. Gwen took the lead in singing the birthday song, Lynn followed along, George closed his eyes and made a wish, and then blew out the candles.

"Dad, what did you wish for?" Gwen asked curiously.

George smiled and shook his head: "Wishes are not meant to be spoken, but to be guarded with your heart. However, my wish is very simple, I just hope that our family will always be so happy."

Lynn and Gwen both smiled, they knew in their hearts that this was not only George's wish, but also their common expectation.

The next day, Lynn had just stepped into the office when he saw his assistant Mark rushing up to meet him with a worried face.

"Detective, there's trouble." Mark said while flipping through the report in his hand, "This morning, a group of workers organized a strike and demonstration outside the Stark Metal Factory in the East District because of salary and working conditions issues. The situation was relatively stable at first, but one of the mutants lost control under emotional excitement and used his ability to destroy the nearby railway tracks."

Lynn frowned, took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair: "How serious is the damage? Any casualties?"

"Fortunately, no trains were passing by, but the tracks are completely twisted, causing a wide range of traffic disruptions." Mark handed over a document, "The city government has requested us to intervene, arrest the mutant, and control the situation."

Lynn quickly read through the document, which contained a briefing on the incident and basic information about the mutant. He was a middle-aged man named Lucas Griffin, who had the ability to manipulate metal. He had worked in the factory for many years, but was dissatisfied with the long-term low wages and unsafe working environment.

"Where is Lucas now?" Lynn asked, looking up.

"It is said that he and other workers are still gathering near the factory, and their emotions are very unstable." Mark replied, "But the surrounding police dare not approach rashly, for fear of stimulating him to use his ability again."

Lynn sighed and put down the document: "It seems that this is not just a matter of arrest, but also a pacification of the collective emotions of the workers. The involvement of mutants has made things more complicated, but we cannot let the situation get out of control."

Mark nodded: "Need support?"

"Don't worry, let's figure out the situation first." Lynn put on his coat, his tone calm and firm, "Let's go, let's go to the scene and see."

When Lynn and Mark arrived near the factory, the scene had been cordoned off, and dozens of protesting workers were standing in the middle of the street, holding up signs and shouting slogans with high emotions. Police patrol cars were parked not far away, and several police officers were trying to maintain order, but they were obviously a little overwhelmed.

After Lynn got out of the car, his eyes quickly scanned the crowd and found a burly man standing in the center of the crowd. His palms were gently clenched, and a metal rod next to him was faintly deformed.

"That's Lucas." Mark whispered to remind him.

Lynn nodded and walked towards the police officer inside the cordon: "I am FBI Detective Lynn Stacy. What's the situation now?"

A police officer replied, covered in sweat: "Detective, the mutant Lucas Griffin is very emotional. We tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen at all, and threatened that if we forcibly approached, he would let all the metal nearby go out of control."

Lynn glanced at the surrounding factory equipment and railway tracks, and realized that the situation was more complicated than he thought. If Lucas's ability was really fully released, the consequences could be extremely serious.

"I'll talk to him." Lynn said in a deep voice.

"Detective, it's too dangerous!" Mark couldn't help but persuade him.

"He lost control because of emotional issues. If we use tough measures, it will only make things worse." Lynn said firmly, "Trust me, this is the best way at the moment."

Lynn slowly walked towards the crowd, raising his hands to show that he had no hostility. His voice was low and steady: "Lucas, I am FBI Detective Lynn Stacy. I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to talk to you."

Lucas turned his head, saw Lynn, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. His fingers moved slightly, and the nearby metal rod made a slight tremor.

"Don't come near!" Lucas's voice was hoarse and angry, "You people only know how to exploit us! We just want fair treatment, but you sent people to arrest me!"(End of this chapter)