Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Fisk walked in with flowers in his hands. With just the right amount of concern on his face, he walked steadily towards Harry's bed. Seeing Mrs. Osborne's anxious expression, he nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry to hear about Harry's situation." Fisk said softly, placing the flowers on the cabinet beside him. His eyes fell on Harry's pale face, and he secretly thought about the various variables that the Osborn family's genetic disease might bring. While he was playing football at school, he suddenly convulsed and fell to the ground. Fisk had not forgotten about the genetic disease of the Osborn family. This disease might even cause mental disorder and give birth to something like the Green Goblin.

There is no cure for this genetic disease.

At least, from the fact that Norman Osborn and the Osborn family spent countless efforts but were still unable to save themselves, we can know how difficult this genetic disease is.

Mrs. Osborne saw Fisk. Suddenly, a golden light flashed in her eyes, as if she had seen a life-saving straw. She grabbed Fisk's hand and said in an almost pleading tone, "You can save Harry, right?"

Fisk was slightly startled. Looking at Mrs. Osborne's expectant eyes and feeling the softness of her palms, he did not speak, but held her hands tightly, his tone full of confidence: "Of course, but..." Fisk changed the subject.

Fisk was about to state the additional conditions.

Who would have thought that after Mrs. Osborne got a positive answer, she immediately dragged Fisk towards the bathroom not far away, as if she was afraid that Harry, who was in a coma, would hear it.

After entering the bathroom, she closed the door eagerly, leaned against it, her eyes full of anxiety and desire.

Fisk looked around the bathroom, which was not too small. It was the bathroom of the private VIP ward, spacious and bright, with exquisite and elegant decoration. The walls were inlaid with smooth marble tiles, reflecting the soft light, giving people a comfortable feeling.

The bathroom door is made of heavy solid wood. When the door is closed, you can hardly hear any sound from outside, providing excellent privacy and sound insulation. It is equipped with high-end sanitary ware, a clean white toilet, a spacious sink and a luxurious shower room. Exquisite hand soap and hand cream are placed on the sink, exuding a faint fragrance.

The floor is covered with soft carpet, which is very comfortable to step on and also has a good sound insulation effect. The ventilation system of the bathroom is also excellent, the air is fresh and there is no odor. Here, people can enjoy a quiet, comfortable and private space without worrying about being disturbed by the outside world.

Fisk nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction with the environment of the bathroom.

"I know you have a way, you must save Harry.

He is everything to me, I can't lose him...what are you...going to do?"

Fisco turned and pressed Mrs. Osborne against the wall.

"Again, my appearance fee is very high, Mrs. Osborne."

Chapter 224: Thanksgiving Day, but some people refuse to be grateful.

"where am I?"

No one answered!

But when Harry Osborn looked at his surroundings, he immediately realized that he was in a hospital.

On the cabinet next to it was a familiar handbag, it belonged to my mother.

He called out a few times, his voice a little hoarse, and struggled to sit up.

However, his physical weakness made his efforts seem particularly difficult. He felt that his limbs were as heavy as lead, and every movement required a great deal of strength. He gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort of his body, and raised his upper body little by little. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face became a little flushed due to the effort.

When he finally sat up, he felt dizzy and almost fell down again. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to keep himself awake. He looked around, white walls, neat beds, and various medical instruments. The flashing indicator lights and slight sounds on the instruments made him feel uneasy. He didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Why is the body so weak and powerless?

The last scene in my memory was that I was running as fast as I could on the school football field. Then suddenly, the world seemed to spin and then it was plunged into darkness.

But none of this matters now. What matters is that he needs to go to the bathroom. "I... need to go to the bathroom."

His voice was weak and hoarse, as if it came from far away. He struggled to move his body, trying to put his legs on the ground. Every movement made him feel extremely painful and tired, but he endured it and moved step by step towards the bathroom.

The door to the toilet was not closed. Or rather, it was closed but not locked. Harry Osborn felt a little dizzy. He didn't know if it was a sequela or something else. He felt as if the whole world was shaking slightly, and his vision was a little blurry. Every breath he took was heavy, making his chest feel heavy.

He pushed open the door. On the ground appeared a long black dress that looked full of wrinkles, as if it had been deliberately kneaded. The long black dress lay there quietly, like a forgotten secret. The wrinkles on the hem of the dress were layered, as if telling an unknown story. Its material looked a little dim under the light, but it exuded a strange smell.

Harry stared at the dress in a daze, with countless questions in his mind.

"Puff, puff, puff!" A strange sound echoed in the bathroom.

The rhythmic sound seemed to come from a deep corner, with an inexplicable sense of weirdness. Harry Osborn's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he looked around nervously, trying to find the source of the sound.

Then he saw it.

Not far away, Mrs. Osborne was lying on the ground, and Fisk

"what!"

At the same time, Mrs. Osborne saw Harry at the door and immediately screamed in panic. The sound was sharp and shrill, as if it was going to break through the small space. Her eyes were full of fear and shame, and her body instantly froze there.

She got up in extreme shame, her movements flustered and hurried, her hands constantly waving over her naked and messy body, trying to cover the parts that shouldn't be seen. Her cheeks were red, like burning flames, the color of shame. Her heartbeat was as violent as a drum, and every beat seemed to jump out of her throat.

In panic, her body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind. Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say a word. Her mind was blank, filled with endless shame and panic. She didn't dare to look into Harry's eyes, as if they were two sharp swords that could pierce her soul. She wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into and disappear from this world forever. She couldn't imagine how Harry felt at the moment, nor could she face her own loss of composure.

"Mom, you...you...damn bastards!" Harry, who was standing at the door in a daze, became increasingly red, and the red color spread from his cheeks to his neck like a burning flame. His eyes were wide open, filled with shock, anger, and shame. His hands were clenched into fists, and his body was shaking slightly due to extreme emotional fluctuations.

Suddenly, he roared with shame and anger, the roar sounded like a wounded beast, full of pain and anger. His voice echoed in the small space, making people's eardrums hurt. His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

Fisk was still subconsciously talking back.

The sound of "Puff puff puff" continued.

Harry Osborn couldn't take it anymore.

He picked up something nearby and threw it at Fisk. It was a vase, and it seemed to have become a weapon in his hand. He used all his strength to throw the vase at Fisk. The vase drew an arc in the air, carrying his anger and despair. How he wished that this was just a dream, a terrible nightmare.

He hoped he could wake up immediately and find that none of this was real. He couldn't accept what he saw, and couldn't accept the fact that his mother was with Fisk.

In Harry Osborn's mind, his mother has always been the greatest existence. She always appears in his life with a gentle and firm attitude, giving him meticulous care.

From the moment the first rays of sunlight shine into the room in the morning, his mother will prepare a nutritious breakfast for him, check whether he sleeps well, and remind him of the day's schedule. She will personally tidy up his clothes and ensure that he appears neat and decent at school.

Not only did she have to take care of her own daily life, but she also had to support the huge Osborne Group by herself. In the business world, her mother showed extraordinary wisdom and courage. She never backed down in the face of various complex situations and challenges. With her keen insight and decisive decision-making, she led the group to move forward steadily in the fierce competition. She dealt with people from all sides and worked tirelessly for the interests of the company. Harry was deeply impressed by her tenacity and perseverance, and also made him understand what responsibility and commitment are.

Compared to that father who only stayed in the laboratory. His father seemed to always be immersed in his own world and paid little attention to the family. Harry rarely saw his father. In his memory, his father always wore a white lab coat and focused on those complicated experiments and research. He didn't understand Harry's preferences and rarely participated in Harry's growth. Harry sometimes felt disappointed with his father and felt that he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a father. But his mother always stayed by his side and gave him endless love and support.

But the first thing he saw when he entered the room was his mother wearing... no, almost naked, with only half of her purple bra still hanging on her body, lying on the ground like a bitch, with her buttocks sticking out... That unbearable picture was like a sharp spike, piercing Harry's eyes fiercely, making his brain go blank in an instant. His world seemed to collapse at this moment, and his heart was occupied by endless pain and anger.

Harry Osborn suddenly felt that his head was like glass hit by a heavy hammer, shattering into pieces. Countless chaotic thoughts were like fragments in the wind, flying wildly in his mind. He couldn't believe what he saw. The mother who had always been great, gentle, and strong in his heart was now in front of him in such a shameful manner. He felt dizzy, and the whole world lost its color, leaving only the disgusting scene that kept magnifying in front of him.

His mind was in a state of extreme confusion, and all kinds of emotions overwhelmed him like a surging tide. Anger made his body tremble involuntarily, and shame followed him everywhere, making him wish he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and escape from this terrible place forever.

Harry Osborn suddenly felt that his head had become very heavy, as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock. Red blood dripped from his nose, and the bright red spread in front of his eyes, like a flower of despair. His eyes rolled up, and his body fell heavily to the ground like a puppet that had lost its support.

In a trance, he seemed to hear his mother cursing Fisk, "Damn bastard, you... stop it... bastard!" The voice was full of anger, shame and despair. His mother's curse echoed in Harry's ears, but it seemed to come from a distant place, vague and unreal.

In a trance, he heard a sound similar to that of a high-pressure water gun, which was sharp and rapid, breaking the silence around him. Then, a warm and sticky feeling spread across his face and head, sticky like glue.

Harry wanted to struggle to get up, to figure out what was going on, but his body was completely out of control, and he could only lie there helplessly, letting the strange feeling surround him. His consciousness gradually blurred, and the world slowly fell into darkness before his eyes, as if he was being swallowed by an endless abyss.

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When Harry Osborn opened his eyes again, he saw his mother dressed neatly, her black dress spotless and without any wrinkles, as if the unbearable scene before had never happened.

The black skirt fell smoothly on her side, like the quiet night, without any flaws, as if time had flowed back at this moment, completely erasing the shocking scene.

At this moment, she was asking the doctor in front of her with a serious face, "What's going on?" Mrs. Osborne's eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and her slightly furrowed brows showed her inner uneasiness.

The doctor pushed his glasses up on his nose and replied calmly, “Nothing, Mrs. Osborne.

It may be that the cerebral hemorrhage caused by the genetic disease caused the nerves to compress, resulting in some hallucinations. What you see and think will be imagined as a dream. Everyone will be like this. Fortunately, Harry is still relatively young and the amount of bleeding is not large, so it is not a big deal. No surgery is required. Just don't do strenuous exercise in the short term. "

The blond doctor's tone was calm and professional, trying to bring some comfort to Mrs. Osborn. His eyes were firm, as if he was assuring Harry Osborn of the accuracy of this diagnosis.

Harry was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment. He tried hard to recall what happened before, but the scenes were as blurry as if shrouded in fog.

He felt that it was all like a vague dream, unreal and unreal.

He watched his mother talking to the doctor, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. It was an emotion intertwined with doubt, confusion, pain and bewilderment, which made him unable to calm down.

He didn't know whether he really saw those horrific scenes or they were just hallucinations caused by the disease.

He wanted to ask, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make any sound.

A feeling of powerlessness came over him, and he felt as if he was trapped in an impossible situation from which he could not escape.

Harry's mind raced, trying to make sense of it all.

If it is really an illusion, why does it seem so real?

He could even clearly remember his mother's shameful posture and his own inner pain and anger.

Every detail seemed to be engraved in his mind and could not be erased.

But if it is not an illusion, how to explain the mother's dignity and calmness now?

Her elegance and calmness were in stark contrast to the previous scene, which made Harry extremely confused. He felt that he was trapped in a huge mystery and could not extricate himself.

This mystery was like a heavy yoke, pressing on his heart and making it hard for him to breathe.

Mrs. Osborne turned and looked at Harry with concern in her eyes.

"Harry, how do you feel?

You're having a nightmare, right?

Don't worry, the doctor said you'll be fine."

Her voice was gentle and firm, like a warm current flowing into Harry's heart.

Harry looked at his mother, the doubts in his heart still did not dissipate. He didn't know what to believe, nor how to face all this. But under his mother's gaze, he could only nod slightly and try to calm himself down.

Maybe it was just a nightmare. He comforted himself silently in his heart, trying to erase those terrible images from his mind.

However, those images were like stubborn shadows, always lingering in his mind, making him unable to let go...

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Fisk did not leave the hospital directly. Instead, he arrived at another ward. Yes, this was the First People's Hospital of New York. His own hospital.

Today is Thanksgiving, and the hospital is decorated with all kinds of decorations. Colorful balloons are gently floating in the corridor, like happy elves. Strings of golden bells and red bows are hung on the walls, shining warmly under the lights. Pots of blooming chrysanthemums and carnations are placed at the door of the ward, exuding a faint fragrance.

The medical staff also changed into work clothes with a festive atmosphere, with smiles on their faces, adding a touch of warmth to this special day.

Thanksgiving is an extremely important traditional festival in the United States.

It is usually held on the fourth Thursday of November each year.

The origin of Thanksgiving can be traced back to the early history of the United States. At that time, the Puritans experienced hardships in the new land. After the harvest, they decided to hold a celebration to thank God for his gift. Since then, Thanksgiving has become a day for family reunion and expression of gratitude.

On Thanksgiving Day, American families usually prepare a sumptuous meal. Roast turkey is the star of the table, with golden and crispy skin, tender and juicy meat, and an alluring aroma. Turkey is also served with a variety of delicious side dishes, such as mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce...

In addition to family dinners, there are many other traditional activities on Thanksgiving Day. Many cities hold grand parades with colorful floats, cheerful music, and wonderful performances, attracting thousands of spectators.

New York was no surprise. The grand parade had already started in the early morning, and Gwen took her best friends out to the streets to have fun.

When Fisk passed by in the morning, he saw the streets were crowded with excited people and beautifully decorated floats. Colorful balloons were floating in the sky, cheerful music was playing one after another, and the whole city was immersed in the festive atmosphere.

Tonight, Fisk also held a grand family gathering in Hell's Kitchen. But it was not yet noon, so there was no need to rush back. He still had to take care of the things at hand during this time.

The gunman standing at the door saw Fisk coming and immediately stood up straight, his posture as straight as a pine tree.