Chapitre 43: Chapter 43: A loving Father and a dutiful Son
The second day.
Osborne House.
"Tonight we will bring you Norman. Osborne's mysterious and wondrous journey, the name Norman Osborne will be familiar to anyone who has read the financial pages of the newspaper.
Norman Osborne was sitting at the dinner table while the Osborne Group was on TV.
But his attention was not drawn to the television.
A newspaper was spread out on the dining room table. It was all about Spider-Man.
The TV host's voice continued:
"He has brought a series of sudden changes to the field of bioengineering, which has also made him lucrative and put his company in the forefront of the world."
As he scanned the papers, Harry came over.
Harry, who had been in the cold wind all day at the Cross Christian Church, was finally rescued,
"What did the doctor say, Harry?"
Norman Osborn put down his newspaper and looked at him.
"I'm fine, the doctor said skin trauma, and there is also a risk of catching a cold, but that is later, I should be fine now."
Harry sat down at the table and picked up his knife.
A large piece of toast was crushed by him, the egg yolks were broken, and the overflowing liquid pooled with the maple syrup that surrounded them.
"Dad, do you see that Spider-Man Harry didn't eat it directly, but put down the knife, raised his head and said to Norman:" The news?"
"HMM."
Norman picks up the remote control and turns off the TV.
"That's not what you should be focusing on, Harry, you should be focusing more on your studies and other things
West."
Harry took a deep breath and asked Norman, "What do the others mean? Watching our vacuum cleaner turn into a killer robot?"
"What?"
Norman Osborn cast an unhappy look at Harry.
"I said, the robot fighting the vulture is the robot sweeping the floor in our house.
Ignoring his father's authority, Harry said what he wanted to say.
"The man who called himself bald, said you stole his work, he kidnapped me to want you to apologize, and Dad you have a better solution, no need to send robots, just an apology can solve everything." Norman Osborn's chin tightened. "You mean I'm wrong?"
"I just don't think innocent people should die because of us."
"You're naive, Harry."
Norman Osborn looked at him coldly and said, "A cornered beast can easily give up and die? I have told you countless times that if you want to be a scavenger, you must let go of your unnecessary pity and compassion, that innocent people die or live in a way that has nothing to do with you, and that you have nothing to do with them.
Harry pushed his plate aside and looked at his father in the most unfamiliar way.
He did not believe that his father had spoken these words.
"No! I'm not a bad person, Father, and I don't want to be like you!"
"Do you think all men are pure by nature?"
Norman Osborn's tone grew colder as he stared at Harry. "Go out and look at the people on the street, the farmers, the migrant truckers, the country yappies, all of them have probably been to church, all of them have dropped a change or two in the offering tray, all of them are kind, all smile at everyone, all look like law-abiding citizens.
"And you know what they do behind closed doors? Men steal and women cheat and use others' sympathy to deceive and hurt others."
Norman stood up, disappointment on his face. "Harry, if you keep holding on to that heart, you won't succeed. You'll get hurt, and the closer you get, the more hurt you get."
Harry, exasperated, turned to Norman and asked, "What is success in your eyes? Become a well-known entrepreneur and put your company at the top of the world?"
"None of this is what I want! It will only become my pain."
Harry gasped, looking at his father. "I'm the richest person in any school. People want to get close to me, they want it for my wealth, but it's not mine, I know that."
"More people laugh at me for being a rich son of a family who never really thought of me as a friend. I've been through a lot of schools and the only friends I have are Peter and Gwen."
Norman Osborn's face grew increasingly ugly as he listened to his son's outburst.
He asked Harry coldly, "Harry, do you think all this I've given you is pain?"
"No, I appreciate you, Dad, but I can't be the man you want me to be."
Harry shook his head and said to Norman, "I don't want to be like you either."
Norman Osborn frowned at Harry.
"There's no use hiding from reality. You're an Osborn anyway. You can't live in your own world."
Harry exhaled and said, "I won't run, I won't run like Mum.
"What did you say?"
Norman's face turned sour when Harry mentioned his mother.
"I mean, mom just ran away."
"Mother spent the last six years of her life numbing herself with Scotch, as far as I can tell, because he knew you were wrong but couldn't stop you!"
'Shut up!
A furious Norman Osborn, furious, slaps Harry straight in the face.
"Snap!
Gwen slapped the locker hard, anger all over her face. 12 The place is the locker in the hallway of the school, and the time is morning.
The corridor where the class had not yet started was full of bustling students.
Although her body has become a little wrong, but she still came to school.
After all, this is their own secret, it is not easy to take as an excuse for skipping class.
'Why are you so angry?
She was sulking when a voice came from behind him. Gwen looked back and saw that it was Peter
"This must be a joke! Don't they know who saved the whole subway yesterday?"
Gwen handed Peter the newspaper and said angrily, "Look at their headlines."
Peter took the paper and caught his eye with the bold headline: "Spider-Man: Dangerous Thug!"
Looking at the headline, he looked at the top of the newspaper.
The words "Daily Bugle" appeared.
Isn't this Spider-Man's most loyal black-pink newspaper?
Now the first out black Spider-Man.
Reading the newspaper, Peter was lost in thought.
Did I correct the original course of the world?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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