I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Gwen wanted to tell her father Peter, but remembering her promise to him, she ultimately didn't.

“I used to want to play the savior, Dad, but now I know I’m not, and I no longer believe I can blindly change all of this.”

George Stacy listened to her daughter's words, her brows furrowing slightly.

Gwen sighed and said dejectedly, "Perhaps our lives are like a donkey cart heading towards a cliff. I will fall into the dark abyss like that donkey, and no matter how much I bray, no one will hear me."

I tried desperately to stop those terrible things from happening; I wanted to stop fate from controlling my life, but I was powerless, wasn't I? Trying to fight fate is as unrealistic as placing a coin on a railway track to stop a speeding train.

The thought that the two most important people in her life had left her in the same way caused her unbearable pain.

Sensing her daughter's feelings, George Stacy gently stroked Gwen's hair and said:

“You know what, Gwen? In the past, when I came home after a terrible day at work, your mom would ask me how it went.”

“I would say, ‘It’s okay,’ and then she would kiss my cheek and say, ‘You’ll win next time.’”

After a pause, George continued, "Your mother never believed in fate. She fought her illness actively, and no matter how bad it got, she always believed she would win and that she would always win against fate next time!"

"So, Gwen, I don't know what you've been through, but I believe in my daughter, she'll be the girl who always wins next time!"

As Gwen listened to her father's words, her initial despair and distress eased somewhat.

Peter told himself that it was just a pre-existing tumor.

Maybe Dad is right, I can change all of this.

No matter what method she uses, she is determined to prevent her mother's tragedy from repeating itself in Peter.

"call!"

Gwen exhaled and forced herself to pull herself together.

She raised her eyes and looked at her father with a determined gaze.

"Dad, I'd like to borrow some money from you."

"How many?"

Although he found it strange to borrow money from his daughter, he was quite gratified to see her cheer up.

Borrowing money is naturally a no-brainer.

"The more, the merrier."

"Fifty thousand US dollars? Dad, is that okay?"

she asked tentatively.

"Forehead"

George Stacy had some doubts: had her daughter been deceived by someone?

Osborne Building.

Osborn Industries, one of the most powerful companies in the United States, has achieved numerous successes in manufacturing, compression, automobile manufacturing, and chemical processing.

It has 110 manufacturing plants and 7 R&D institutions worldwide, and is a leader in chemical products.

"dad?"

Harry entered Norman Osborn's office.

“You should knock, Harry. This is the company, not your home.”

Norman Osborne, with a stern expression, put down the documents in his hand, frowned, and spoke to his son.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I just wanted to..."

Harry was about to explain when his father interrupted him, "You attended a funeral today, and it's over already?"

"Yes, I didn't participate in the later part of the ceremony; the whole process probably won't be over until the afternoon."

Norman nodded. "You did a great job at this UN charity event. It will help you expand your network. If you mature, Harry, I won't have to worry about it every day."

Harry wanted to ask his father what maturity and immaturity meant.

Why does my father always have a stern face and say that he is immature?

"Dad, do you know what really happened at the football game? Was it really a fire?"

After a moment of silence, he asked Norman.

Norman turned to Harry, his gaze fixed on him coldly. "I don't know, and you don't need to pique your curiosity about these things. Don't disappoint me, Harry."

"I don't know what I should do."

Harry could no longer bear his father speaking to him so coldly.

He looked up and said with some indignation, "I don't know what maturity is. Maybe you, Dad, hope to harvest something important and useful from me."

“You spent ten years trying to mold me, nurturing me like a bonsai tree, hoping I would become the kind of person you wanted me to be, but let me tell you, Dad, you took far more out of me than you left behind.”

Norman Osborne watched his son's outburst with a grim face.

"So, I am who I am today because of you, Dad. I don't want to disappoint you, but you're the one who instilled these values ​​in me."

When Harry finally finished speaking, Norman Osborn's face darkened.

He raised his finger, pointed to the door, and said to Harry, "Get out!"

"Oh!"

Harry, with the door closed, stood in the hallway, feeling a bit scared as the cold wind blew in.

Normally, he would never dare to speak to his father like that.

I originally wanted to ask my father if he could come with me to the biological science exhibition this weekend.

As a result, he messed everything up!

Frustrated, Harry walked reluctantly down the corridor.

Inside the office.

After Harry's footsteps faded away, Norman Osborn lowered his head and focused his gaze on the documents in front of him.

The document he was looking at was about the tragedy that occurred three days earlier at the Midtown High School football game.

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Chapter 27 Why do you eat in such a unique way?

Forest Hill, Parker's House.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard were swept together by the broom, raising a light cloud of dust.

Peter and Uncle Ben swept up the fallen leaves together.

As the weather turns cooler, there are more fallen leaves in the yard.

“We’ve been spending a lot lately, and the bills are piling up, Anna. I didn’t expect it to be this expensive.”

In the kitchen, Aunt Mei was on the phone with her friend.

With a "bang," she slammed the refrigerator door shut, holding her phone in her left hand and a long bill in her right.

“I know we’re already using credit cards, but it’s not a long-term solution. Maybe I need to find a new job.”

Aunt May hung up the phone with a headache and placed the bill on the dining table.

Household expenses are a major headache for her.

She has already started thinking about finding a job.

Peter, who was in the courtyard, heard Aunt May making a phone call.

Due to the influence of the alien gene, his hearing is different from that of ordinary people.

Even though they were several meters apart and separated by a wall, he could still clearly hear Aunt Mei's voice.

He frowned when he heard Aunt Mei worrying about household expenses.

He did have a sum of US dollars that he had stolen from the Hand.

But getting Aunt May and Uncle Ben to accept it is a rather troublesome problem.

"Are you really not feeling uncomfortable, Peter?"

He was pondering how to get the two men to accept the money when Uncle Ben's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Uncle Ben swept away the last fallen leaf, looked up at Peter and said, "You didn't look too good in church yesterday."

"I'm fine, Uncle Ben. I'm just having some trouble breathing. Maybe the air there is too stuffy."

Peter made up some excuse to fob off Uncle Ben.

He was discovered by Gwen at the hospital yesterday. Although he tried to cover it up, under Gwen's relentless pressure, he could only explain it away with the excuse of "early-stage tumor".

He doesn't want what happened at the hospital yesterday to repeat itself with Uncle Ben, so he can only continue with the white lie.

"Yes, perhaps what happened at school has had a significant impact on you."

Uncle Ben sighed softly and said, "None of us want to see such a tragedy happen."

"Need a break?"

After a moment of silence, Uncle Ben put down his broom, walked over to Peter, and asked him.

“My physical strength isn’t that bad, Uncle Ben.”

"hehe."

Uncle Ben chuckled, sat on the steps of the storage room next door, and stretched.

"That means Uncle Ben's stamina is a bit low. I suddenly remembered a funny story, Peter."

"uh-huh."

Peter stopped sweeping the fallen leaves and made a gesture of listening attentively.

"When I was your age, I hated sweeping fallen leaves. I'd rather spend my time painting model trains. Then one day, I suddenly had an idea."

Uncle Ben paused for a moment, then said, "If everyone around here hired me to sweep fallen leaves, I'd have enough money to buy a train."

Peter nodded. "That's a good idea."