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Chapter 215 215: [319] - Phoenix and Chloe · Nov 03, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 201: [305] - Time Must Close the Loop 2026-11-03
202 Chapter 202 202: [306] - Gwen—Mother of Ten 2026-11-03
203 Chapter 203: [307] - The Past Cannot Be Changed—The Future Must Not Be Seen 2026-11-03
204 Chapter 204: [308] - Hawk’s Origin and Jean’s Origin 2026-11-03
205 Chapter 205: [309] - The True First Meeting with Wanda 2026-11-03
206 Chapter 206 206: [310] - Fully Locking the Past Timeline 2026-11-03
207 Chapter 207 207: [311] - The Vulnerability in the Timeline 2026-11-03
208 Chapter 208: [312] - The Time Loop Closes Again 2026-11-03
209 Chapter 209 209: [313] - The Ancient One and Odin—Screwed Over by Time 2026-11-03
210 Chapter 210 210: [314] - The One Beyond All Pardons 2026-11-03
211 Chapter 211 211: [315] - News from the DC Universe 2026-11-03
212 Chapter 212: [316] - Amy—Living in the Past 2026-11-03
213 Chapter 213 213: [317] - The House in Westview 2026-11-03
214 Chapter 214 214: [318] - Westview Reborn 2026-11-03
215 Chapter 215 215: [319] - Phoenix and Chloe 2026-11-03
216 Chapter 216 216: [320] - How Many Angels Were There in the Past? 2026-11-03
217 Chapter 217 217: [321] - Andrew’s Case 2026-11-03
218 Chapter 218 218: [322] - Suspicion Is Enough 2026-11-03
219 Chapter 219 219: [323] - Descending Upon Corvinus Castle 2026-11-03
220 Chapter 220 220: [324] - Hawk’s Method of Investigation 2026-11-03
221 Chapter 221 2026-11-03
222 Chapter 222 2026-11-03
223 Chapter 223 2026-11-03
224 Chapter 224 2026-11-03
225 Chapter 225 225: [329] - Is Amy Planning to Elope? 2026-11-03
226 Chapter 226 226: [330] - The Truth Behind the Tragedy 2026-11-03
227 Chapter 227 227: [331] - I Am Hawk’s Fiancée 2026-11-03
228 Chapter 228 228: [332] - Destination: Texas 2026-11-03
229 Chapter 229 229: [333] - Securing the Home Front 2026-11-03
230 Chapter 230 230: [334] - The Enemy Enters the Battlefield 2026-11-03
231 Chapter 231 231: [335] - Galaxian Explosion! 2026-11-03
232 Chapter 232 232: [336] - The Gemini Gold Cloth 2026-11-03
233 Chapter 233 233: [337] - Five-Sense Deprivation: Lightning Sonic Fist 2026-11-03
234 Chapter 234 234: [338] - You Chose the Hard Way 2026-11-03
235 Chapter 235 235: [339] - What It Means to Be a Gold Saint 2026-11-03
236 Chapter 236 236: [340] - Where is he? 2026-11-03
237 Chapter 237 237: [341] - Yahweh Walks Right In 2026-11-03
238 Chapter 238 238: [342] - Dead! 2026-11-03
239 Chapter 239 239: [343] - Mephisto Reborn... Almost 2026-11-03
240 Chapter 240 240: [344] - Mephisto: I Really Want a Promotion 2026-11-03
241 Chapter 241 241: [345] - The Reason Behind the Delayed Retirement 2026-11-03
242 Chapter 242 242: [346] - To Give Time to Life 2026-11-03
243 Chapter 243 243: [347] - Christmas Eve is for Family 2026-11-03
244 Chapter 244 244: [348] - Hawk’s Christmas Eve Circuit 2026-11-03
245 Chapter 245 245: [349] - As A Father 2026-11-03
246 Chapter 246 246: [350] - Wedding Prep 2026-11-03
247 Chapter 247 247: [351] - The Groom, The Bride, The Vows 2026-11-03
248 Chapter 248 248: [352] - Last Year Was For Reunions,This Year Is For Making Things Right 2026-11-03
249 Chapter 249 249: [353] - Dormammu Is Here, The Disappearance of Peter and Felicia 2026-11-03
250 Chapter 250 250: [354] - A New Future, A New Past 2026-11-03

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Early morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling warmth across the room.

The air carried that dry, sun-baked quality, along with a faint, barely perceptible fragrance that lingered throughout the space.

Amy Chloe’s eyelashes fluttered—the first signs of waking.

After a moment.

Amy slowly opened her eyes.

She felt like she’d been dreaming.

In the dream—

She couldn’t remember what had happened. All she recalled was the moment before her heart gave out, right as she was about to lose consciousness—someone had caught her.

She hadn’t seen their face.

But...

Something about their presence felt familiar. Like a connection running through her blood.

Amy pondered this while bracing her arm against the mattress, trying to sit up.

Wait.

The instant she pushed herself upright, realization struck. She felt her heart beating steadily in her chest, then looked down at her arms.

”This...”

”My arms...”

Amy’s eyes went wide. Gone were the emaciated limbs where bone showed through paper-thin skin. In their place—healthy, fair arms with actual flesh on them. Instinctively, her hand flew to her face.

The next second.

Shock flooded her features. She scrambled out of bed, rushed past the crib positioned nearby, and darted into the master bathroom.

She flipped on the light and stared at her reflection.

Lustrous golden hair.

Eyes no longer sunken in hollow sockets.

Cheeks with actual fullness to them.

Amy was stunned.

She gazed at her reflection, hands roaming over her face in disbelief. The woman in the mirror mimicked every movement.

Hss!

Amy drew in a sharp breath.

The next second.

Something clicked. Her entire body went rigid, frozen in place. Then, eyes still wide, she turned slowly and walked out of the bathroom toward the crib by the wall.

This was...

Amy’s right hand traced a mark on the crib—worn smooth by years of time—then surveyed the bedroom’s layout.

Now she understood why everything had felt strangely familiar.

Because—

This bedroom’s arrangement wasn’t identical to the one she’d once owned. But the similarity had to be at least ninety percent.

Not that it could be perfect.

Hawk wasn’t a god.

There was no way he could track down every piece of furniture from a home that existed over twenty years ago.

The Reality Stone might have made it possible.

But that seemed like overkill.

After a while.

The bedroom door on the second floor opened.

Amy—wearing clothes she distinctly remembered leaving in her old apartment, yet somehow found here in the closet—crept cautiously out of the room.

In an instant.

She felt like she was seeing ghosts of the home she and Andrew had once shared, however briefly.

It wasn’t just the photographs lining the hallway walls.

Or the wallpaper.

Amy moved in a daze, fingertips brushing the wallpaper as she gripped the banister and descended to the first floor.

The layout downstairs felt equally familiar.

But Amy didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she hurried to the kitchen counter, where a row of photo frames stood in neat arrangement. When she saw the photographs inside, she let out a breath of relief.

The next second.

Her gaze landed on a document sitting in front of her family portrait—and the car key resting on top of it.

Amy frowned, set the key aside, and opened the folder to examine the papers within.

This wasn’t just any document.

It was a property deed.

”State of New Jersey. Jersey City. Westview. 132 Westview Lane.”

”Property Owners—”

”Andrew Chloe. Amy Chloe.”

”Mmph!”

Seeing her husband’s name on the deed, Amy’s heart lurched. Her right hand flew to cover her mouth, but she couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

Just then.

Sounds drifted in from somewhere nearby—the house next door, perhaps—reaching her ears.

A woman’s voice.

”Jean, don’t run over there. The paint isn’t dry yet.”

”Okay, Mommy.”

”Billy, don’t crawl off the grass. Stay on the lawn with your brother.”

”...”

Amy heard the voices outside and hastily wiped her damp eyes. She replaced the documents, then headed for the front door.

She still didn’t understand what had happened.

She’d passed out in New York City. How had she ended up in Jersey City? And that property deed with her husband’s name on it...

What was going on?

Amy’s mind overflowed with questions.

She pushed open the door.

A pristine street greeted her. Clean houses. And—

A woman who looked to be in her early twenties, with long crimson hair, standing at the edge of a lawn to her right. Arms crossed, wearing a smile that felt achingly familiar.

The smile was familiar because Amy had once worn it herself.

It was a mother’s smile.

Amy gathered herself, walked over, and spotted what appeared to be a newly constructed playground—along with a little girl flitting about like a butterfly, playing everywhere at once.

And...

Two little boys crawling all over a patch of artificial turf right in front of her.

For some reason.

Watching those two toddlers scramble across the grass, Amy felt her heart skip. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her.

She glanced instinctively at Wanda.

But just as Amy was about to speak, Wanda noticed Billy making another mischievous attempt to escape the grass boundary. Her brow arched.

She was annoyed.

”Billy Chloe. Stay on the grass.”

”...”

Chloe?

Amy had been about to greet Wanda, but the stern tone made her pause. Her gaze dropped automatically to Billy—now obediently retreating back onto the artificial turf after his mother’s scolding.

And then—

It hit her. The reason Billy and Tommy felt so familiar.

Because through Billy’s little face, Amy could see echoes of another face—one she’d once held in her own arms.

A face she would never forget as long as she lived.

Just then.

Wanda walked over to Billy and scooped him up—he was clearly the more mischievous of the twins. Then she turned to face Amy, whose expression had frozen in shock.

Amy met Wanda’s gaze, eyes fixed on Billy in her arms. Something flickered in the depths of her pupils.

Their eyes locked.

Amy’s voice trembled as she looked at Wanda, her gaze never leaving Billy.

”Is this...”

”Yes.”

Wanda didn’t draw it out. She smiled warmly. ”Billy Chloe. He’s your grandson.”

Amy’s hands flew to cover her mouth.

Tears streamed down her face, beyond her control.

Wanda’s smile remained gentle as she extended the squirming Billy toward Amy. ”Billy, meet your grandmother—Amy Chloe.”

Amy frantically lowered her hands and reached out, taking Billy from Wanda’s arms.

Strange as it seemed—

Billy, who’d been restless in Wanda’s hold, calmed down the instant Amy held him.

Amy gazed at the child in her arms, then looked up as Wanda lifted the other toddler.

Wanda cradled Tommy.

”This is Tommy. He and Billy are twins. Billy’s the older brother, Tommy’s the younger.”

”He’s also your grandson.”

”And you have a granddaughter too.”

”Her name is—”

”I’m Jean!”

A little girl came whooshing down the slide and darted over to Wanda’s side. Holding her mother’s hand with one hand, she looked up at Amy—who still held Billy—and introduced herself with a radiant smile.

”Jean Chloe!”

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Back at 521A Palm Street, Gwen examined the three new documents that had fallen out of a torn envelope. She looked up at Hawk descending the stairs.

”The little ones’ papers arrived.”

Hawk paused, glancing at the three federal documents fanned out in Gwen’s hands.

”Why were they sent here? Shouldn’t they have gone straight to Westview?”

”No idea.”

Gwen shook her head and pulled out her phone to call Sharon.

A short while later.

Gwen hung up after Sharon’s callback and looked at Hawk, who sat on a bar stool across from her, drinking coffee. She laughed softly.

”Someone new in the mailroom mixed them up.”

”...Alright then.”

Hawk accepted the explanation, set down his coffee cup, and examined the three authentic federal documents laid out beside him.

Jean Chloe.

Billy Chloe and Tommy Chloe.

After returning from Kamar-Taj, Hawk had received identity documents for the three children from Sharon.

Back then, their surname had been Phoenix.

Clearly, Gwen had been generous about it. In her words, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, those three really were his descendants by blood.

So they should carry Hawk’s surname.

But...

Phoenix wasn’t just any surname. It was a name Gwen had chosen herself.

It was their shared surname.

So...

Right around that time, Hawk had contracted his timeline and discovered his origins.

Phoenix was his surname.

Chloe was also his surname.

Hawk had asked Sharon to update the children’s documents with the new surname. And it was while arranging those papers that he’d figured out where to settle Amy Chloe.

Gwen watched Hawk from her seat at the counter and took a sip of coffee. ”By the way, Mrs. Chloe should be waking up today, right?”

Hawk set the three documents aside.

”Yeah.”

”You sure you don’t want to go meet her?”

”No need.”

Hawk shook his head, meeting Gwen’s gaze. He smiled.

”Phoenix stays Phoenix. Chloe stays Chloe.”

Yes.

That was the best solution Hawk could come up with.

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