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Chapter 245 The Best Solution at Present

Martha's heart raced, but she forced herself to remain calm: "I've made up my mind. I've endured all these years, but now I'm making my own decision."

John's smile vanished instantly, his voice turning low and dangerous: "For yourself? You know what?"

Martha, you're not smart at all. You want a divorce just to leave me? Don't be naive. Don't you really know why I married you?

Martha asked nervously, "Then why?"

John sneered, his tone full of contempt: "Of course it's for your family's money. I've known all along that your father, that old man, has saved up his entire life savings. You're the one he cares about most. I married him just to slowly get that money. Now you're talking to me about divorce? Don't be ridiculous."

Martha gripped the armrest tightly, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't back down: "John, someone like you doesn't deserve happiness. You ruined me, but you won't continue to ruin my life."

John stood up abruptly, his tone becoming menacing: "If you dare divorce me, I'll make you lose everything! Do you think you can survive without me?"

Martha struggled to suppress her trembling voice and slowly stood up: "No, you're wrong. I can only truly live without you."

John was about to continue his threats when there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door. The door opened, and Lynn and Mark walked in with two law enforcement officers. John's grim expression instantly turned to anger and panic upon seeing Lynn: "What are you doing here?"

Lynn looked at him coldly, her voice devoid of any emotion: "Let's see the true face of a control freak."

As he spoke, he raised the monitoring device in his hand, and the screen clearly replayed the conversation from earlier, recording the moment John confessed to coveting Martha's fortune.

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

Lynn stepped forward, her tone stern: "She dared to do it, 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."

Law enforcement officers quickly moved in, pinned John down as he struggled, and handcuffed him. John roared, "You can't do this! This is my home, she's my wife!"

Lynn walked over to Martha and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Martha nodded, her eyes glistening with tears, but mostly with relief: "Thank you, Lynn. Thank you all."

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

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

When everything had settled down and John had been taken away by the police, Lynn sat beside Martha, watching her gradually calm down. He said softly, "Martha, you were incredibly brave today. But there's one person you should be most grateful to."

Martha looked up, a question in her eyes: "Who?"

Lynn smiled slightly: "Your father, Howard. He was the first person to ask us for help, and he's been worrying about you and working hard for you all along. I know you've been through a lot over the years, but he's never given up on you."

Martha's eyes welled up with tears, and she whispered, "I know he's done a lot for me, but—I've never properly thanked him. I always thought I didn't deserve it."

Lynn shook his head: "You deserve it, Martha. Your father knows you deserve 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 her hand: "Then let's go now. He must be really eager to know if you're safe now."

The two drove to Howard's watch shop, where the warm orange lights shone brightly in the night.

When Lynn opened the door, Howard was intently polishing a watch, his head down. He looked up and saw Lynn and Martha, his eyes immediately filled with surprise and worry.

"Martha!" Howard put down his tools, rushed over, and tightly grasped his daughter's hand. "Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?"

Martha's tears welled up instantly. She threw herself into her father's arms and said, choking back sobs, "Dad, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for making you worry all these years—."

Howard patted her back gently, his voice tender yet firm: "Silly girl, there's nothing to apologize for. You're safe now, that's enough."

Lynn stood aside, quietly watching the scene, a warm feeling welling up inside him. After the two had calmed down a bit, he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Howard, thank you so much this time. If you hadn't asked us for help, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

Howard smiled and shook his head: "No, I should thank you. I don't know what I would have done without your help."

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

Howard paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant. He smiled, turned around, walked behind the counter, took out a small, exquisite box, and handed it to Lynn: "Of course, this is a watch 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, its dial engraved with "George Stacy" and the names "Lynn" and "Gwen"—simple yet meaningful. He examined it carefully and nodded with satisfaction. "Thank you, Mr. Howard. This is not just a gift, but a legacy."

Howard said with a smile, "I hope your father likes it, and I wish your family continued happiness."

Lynn solemnly grasped Howard's hand, then turned to Martha: "Martha, there are still many things to deal with, such as the legal divorce proceedings and psychological recovery. But I believe that with your father's support..."

You can definitely start over.

Martha nodded, a determined look in her eyes: "I will try my best, thank you, Lynn."

Lynn nodded and left. Stepping outside, he looked up at the night sky. Although today had been full of ups and downs...

But seeing that Martha had finally escaped her predicament, he felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

He put the box in his pocket, thinking about the significance of the watch, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

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

"Brother, that banner is hanging crooked!" Gwen laughed, pointing to the birthday banner that Lynn had just hung up.

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

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

At seven o'clock in the evening, the simple yet warm birthday party officially began. Gwen, smiling, picked up her juice glass and said, "Dad, today is your big day. My brother and I have prepared a surprise; I'm sure you'll love it!"

George smiled, put down his teacup, and looked at his children with a loving expression: "With the two of you here with me..."

This is already my biggest surprise.

"Don't rush, the gift isn't here yet!" Gwen turned around, picked up a beautiful 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 when she was a child to Gwen's first performance on stage. Every page was full of memories.

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

George's eyes welled up with tears. He turned each page, his finger gently tracing the smiling faces in the photos. "Gwen, this is wonderful. It's the most meaningful gift I've ever received. Thank you."

Gwen hugged George happily: "As long as you're happy!"

When it was Lynn's turn, he took the exquisite box out of his pocket and handed it to George: "Dad, Kate and I chose this together. I hope you like it."

George took the box, opened it, and saw the custom-made watch. A look of surprise and delight appeared in his eyes. He picked up the watch, carefully examining the name engraved on the dial, his voice trembling slightly, "Lynn, this—this is so thoughtful."

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

George gave Lynn a long look, then patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you, son. This watch..."

I will cherish it forever.

The family sat around the table. George was touched by his children's thoughtfulness and didn't say much, but his smile said it all. The birthday cake was lit, and the candlelight illuminated their faces. Gwen led the singing of "Happy Birthday," Lynn joined in, and George closed his eyes, made a wish, and then blew out the candles.

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

George smiled and shook his head: "Making a wish isn't something you just say, it's something you cherish in your heart. But my wish is very simple: I hope our family will always be this happy."

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

The next day, as soon as Lynn stepped into the office, he saw his assistant Mark rushing towards him with a look of anxiety on his face.

"Detective, we're in trouble," Mark said, flipping through the report in his hand. "This morning, outside the Stark Metals factory in the East District, a group of workers organized a strike and demonstration due to issues with wages and working conditions. The situation was relatively calm at first, but one of the mutants lost control in his emotional outburst and used his powers to destroy the nearby railroad tracks."

Lynn frowned, took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair: "How severe is the damage? Were there any casualties?"

"Fortunately, no trains were passing by, but the tracks were completely twisted, causing widespread traffic disruption." Mark handed over a document. "The city government has requested our intervention to capture the mutant and bring the situation under control."

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

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

"It's said that he and other workers are still gathered near the factory, and they're very emotionally unstable," Mark replied. "But the police around are afraid to approach him rashly, for fear of provoking him to use his abilities again."

Lynn sighed and put the file down: "It seems this isn't just about making arrests, but also about calming the collective emotions of the workers. The involvement of mutants complicates things, but we can't let the situation get out of control."

Mark nodded. "Need any support?"

"No rush, let's get a clear picture of the situation first." Lynn put on his coat, his tone calm and firm. "Let's go, let's go to the scene."

When Lynn and Mark arrived near the factory, the area was already cordoned off by police tape. Dozens of protesting workers stood in the middle of the street, holding up signs and chanting slogans with great enthusiasm. Police patrol cars were parked nearby.

Several police officers were trying to maintain order, but they were clearly struggling.

After getting out of the car, Lynn quickly scanned the crowd and spotted a burly man standing in the center. His hand was clenched lightly, and a metal rod next to him was slightly deformed.

"That's Lucas," Mark whispered, and Lynn nodded, walking towards the officers inside the police cordon. "I'm FBI Inspector Lynn Stacy. What's the situation?"

A police officer, sweating profusely, replied, "Detective, that mutant, Lucas Griffin, is very agitated. We tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen at all and threatened to make all the metal nearby go out of control if we forced our way in."

Lynn glanced at the surrounding factory equipment and railway tracks, realizing the situation was more complex than he had imagined. If Lucas's abilities were truly unleashed to their fullest extent, the consequences could be extremely severe.

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

"Detective, this is too dangerous!" Mark couldn't help but warn.

"He lost control because of emotional issues. If we use harsh methods, it will only make things worse," Lynn said firmly. "Trust me; that's the best thing to do right now."

Lynn walked slowly towards the crowd, raising his hands to indicate he meant no harm. His voice was deep and steady: "Lucas, I'm FBI Inspector Lynn Stacy. I'm not here to hurt you; I just want to talk to you."

Lucas turned his head and saw Lynn, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. His fingers twitched slightly, causing a slight vibration in the nearby metal rod.

"Don't come any closer!" Lucas's voice was hoarse and angry. "You people only know how to exploit us!"

We just wanted fair treatment, and you sent people to arrest me!