4 Spreading False Rumor About Future Foster Mother

Selene replied, saying, "I don't know anyone called Edmund and even if I did, they surely wouldn't sound as wild as this one does…" The potent odor and soothing, bitter aroma of the elixir she was downing in her throat without ice were fighting against her annoyance, fear, and anxiety. Even a 600-year-old vampire would find it medicinal.

The eye-catching woman she was talking to, Erika, laughed. She was scared, but she was equally driven by a strong sense of curiosity. She didn't have time to ask Selene another interesting question as the third chapter of the book began to be updated.

Reading the lines in their journals, both she and Selene were more stupefied and frightened than ever. Angst, like doubt, grew within their hearts and their thoughts.

…

Edmund was not even aware that a journal was being kept on him, recording his deepest inner thoughts and wishes… Irrespective of his familiarity with the novel's genre, he had no idea at all. Nevertheless, this major, pressing issue, did not interfere with the system or its capacity to proceed with the release of new content. It did not mean to stop…

On a commercial flight about to take off from the United States to Central Europe. Within the first-class section of the plane.

Upon boarding the plane, Madelyn Stillwell, a somewhat expensive-looking female passenger, a blonde milf dressed well, smelling well, and wearing high heels, noticed a book next to her seat. She opened it with unprompted curiosity, only to find it laid out at the third chapter section. The content contained absurd-sounding tidbits that confused and inconvenienced her greatly…

[My name is Edmund. Edmund without a last name… I need to start a family, but I don't even have a last name… How pitiful is that?]

[If only some gorgeous and well-off milf like Madelyn Stillwell could adopt me and give me her last name, my future descendants could live with no worries… Now that I am literate and well-informed, I understand a truth in this world: last names are blessings in disguise, especially for people from the old world like myself.]

[Stillwell? It sounds so helpful to my general health! Even my soul feels happy! Didn't Madelyn die because she didn't know how to value her life? If you ask me, she was extremely fortunate until she assumed she was the Mary-Sue heroine... She was doing her utmost not only to produce but also to 100% control Supes, even allowing the strongest, the most insane of them all to shuckle milk from her tits despite his advanced age… Doing it in her office too… What a feisty and daring mother complex. Why such things don't happen to me? Disgusting…]

[Ahem… Breastfeeding? It smells so good, though… This is a good thing, naturally; I am just a little jealous; if I could get the same treatment, how could I make a fuss? I'm not as ungrateful and unmerciful as that caped guy, so why not come to my house and adopt a brilliant next-generation scientist? I feel like I can get a bunch of PhDs in a few weeks or so... It also comes with the added bonus of immortality.]

[Sigh, all right, do you want me to spell it out? This is my address if there is some cultured Cupid out there, some angel who wants to do uplifting things for me, go ahead…]

[XXXX-XXXXX]

[They say that adoptive sons are fostered to stand taller than their adoptive mothers, while foster mommies foster sons to ask them to take things down… I don't know who said this first, but he is a genius…]

[Whatever gets taken down from high places varies depending on whether it gets done in the kitchen or elsewhere... Cooking in the kitchen with a foster mommy, we should bake buns in the oven and make pies full of cream. It smells good, and it's sweet to both of us.]

"..."

Madelyn remained speechless after reading the journal. There was even a Hungarian address…

Her mouth moved slightly open, opening and closing. Swaying. She closed the leather book and looked around, ashamed, her face flushed. Although nothing in this journal was written in a pornographic or similar manner, some of the content sounded so vulgar, almost as to be arousing.

'What's this thing?' She asked herself as she wrestled the object closer to her chest to avoid it from being discovered. 'And who is the person ranting about me? Is he really speaking about me?'

Madelyn surely understood that there could not be so many Madelyn Stillwells in the world who worked with superheroes and caped people; this was clearly referring to her and no one else. After some time, she figured out that the people around her couldn't see her diary... It couldn't be more convenient for such a scandalous diary.

'This journal is spouting a bunch of nonsense though, there's no strange connection between me and any super… How could I possibly indulge in unprofessional behavior at work when I don't even have my own private office yet?'

Madelyn looked displeased. She and the supes, she really wanted to start controlling them, but she didn't have any inappropriate or sexual relationships with them.

They were quite helpful and essential to building good relationships at the workplace. Getting along with them was a key aspect of the job.

'Is this journal attempting to tarnish my image or what? Right when I was on the verge of receiving another promotion… Bringing up my demise as well? Could this be a scare tactic from a competitor within the company?'

Madelyn wore a charming frown, her expression turning into an adorable scowl. Her face was not designed to appear frightening.

Upon discovering more information in the journal, she made the decision to travel to Hungary after a brief stop.

She needed to take care of business in Europe on behalf of the company. She planned to spend the rest of her free time investigating and discovering the source of those odd and crazy rumors about her…

She had always dreamt of visiting Hungary and had some old college friends there.

Ahem.

She kept coming up with excuses, but the truth was, she was intrigued by the diary and had seen the picture of the kid who went by the name Edmund... He was quite good-looking... The preface of the book featured his picture alongside a set of rules and regulations for the diary's owners, which she was one of…

This was interesting. But she didn't want to meet those people because of the false rumors going around about her.... Was there more of them coming from that Edmund?! No matter who this Edmund was, he needed to suffer and turn some color before his crazy claims were looked into!