Having shouldered the lives of an entire team, including his own daughter-in-law, Mr. Offee knows better than anyone how this guilt tortures Dr. French. Because he and he have always lived together.

Under the same roof, there is the most intimate relationship in the world.

But because of this, he couldn't forgive Dr. French... and he couldn't help himself forgive Dr. French.

Maggie...are you watching at this time?

In a daze, Mr. Aoife seemed to see many figures that did not belong here... the figure of his wife, her wife Maggie's colleagues, and those who lost their lives in the disaster long ago.

Mr. Offee knew that this was a fantasy he had seen, a scene woven out of the torment of his soul.

They are all beside Dr. French, around the workbench... What the departed people left behind has always been on Dr. French's body.

Their spirit...their will.

"Is this all supporting you?" Mr. Aoife murmured to himself.

He seemed to see Maggie looking at him, smiling slightly, making a silent gesture, and then looking at Dr. French intently, as if to say: Look, this is our pride.

Mr. Offee wanted to say something, but he stopped abruptly. He closed his eyes and tried hard to write down this scene where reality and illusion were intertwined.

"That's it." Mr. Offee gave Dr. French his blessing.

He suddenly wanted to knock on the empty office of the scientific research institute that belonged to his wife Maggie. He remembered that there seemed to be a family photo on the table in that office.

Perhaps, it's time to take this relic back too.

"Hey, why doesn't this model match the design drawing?"

"Let me take a look...it's strange. Is the structure of this rocket model too old? I seem to have seen this somewhere?"

"M901 satellite... This is the model of the rocket thruster used in the M901 satellite plan. I remembered it!"

At the chaotic sound, Mr. Aoife suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked back... looking at the old figure carefully assembling an old model.

This model…

"What are you doing, doctor? While you are pushing the latest rocket design, you are also working on the oldest model? It doesn't match up at all?"

Mr. Aoife walked towards Dr. French step by step... His back was getting closer and closer, closer than when he got up and looked at his back when he was a child, and closer than when he hid outside the study and looked at his back.

Close, extremely close...

"Hmm... I remembered that this rocket was Frankie's entry in the science and technology competition that year. It was because of the structure of this rocket that he won the championship. Since then, the scientific research center has discovered him who was still teaching at the university.

...Well, this model is indeed correct." The dean of the scientific research institute recalled the memories from a long time ago, but he was very puzzled that Dr. French assembled this model at this time.

But Mr. Offee was already at the workbench.

Aoife, what do you want for your birthday present this year?

Rocket, I want a rocket! I want to go to space, I want to be an astronaut!

Aoife, we can’t find anything like this in our country now... How about replacing it with something else, a new football?

I don’t care, I don’t care! I want to be an astronaut! I want to ride on a rocket!

Okay, okay, daddy can make one for you!

…

Aoife, look what I did for you? Deng Deng Deng, the rocket is coming!

I don’t want it, this rocket can’t fly into the sky!

Well, it takes a long time to make a big rocket. You take this now. Later, daddy will make you a real rocket that can send people and satellites, okay?

real?

I kid you not.

It’s a deal!

It’s a deal!

"It's a deal..." Mr. Offee slowly put his hand on the back of Dr. French's hand and held it tightly, "It's a deal..."

Dr. French trembled slightly, but quickly continued to concentrate on assembling the model on the workbench.

Everything everything.

All for you.
Chapter completed!