Chapter 26 I will definitely win next time, Gwen!
Presbyterian Hospital.

George Stacy is in Gwen's room.

He wanted to know from Gwen what happened that night.

Especially the role Peter played in it.

He always felt that Peter that night was definitely not just a passerby as his daughter said.

"Dad, I. I want to be alone for a while."

Gwen sat on the bed with her legs folded.

She buried her head deep into her knees so that George Stacy could not see any expression on her face.

George frowned when he heard something was wrong with his daughter's voice.

"Gwen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I want to know, Dad, why do I always have to face death?"

Faced with Gwen's question, George Stacy was stunned for a moment.

"Just like when I lost my mother, and now, it seems that I am always in such a vortex, always bringing death and destruction to the people around me."

George Stacy came over and patted Gwen's hair gently, saying, "No, it's not your fault, Gwen."

"But why do the people I love the most always leave me, and I can't do anything about it?"

Gwen looked up and said with tears on her face.

Although George Stacy didn't know what happened, he still whispered to comfort his daughter:

“We cannot prevent death, and death will never change according to our will, but it should not be the source of our blame and pain.”

Gwen really wanted to tell her father about Peter, but she didn't say it in the end because she thought of what she had promised Peter.

"I used to want to play the role of savior, Dad, but now I know that I am not, and I no longer believe that I can blindly change everything."

George Stacy frowned as he listened to his daughter's words.

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

I desperately want to stop all those bad things, I want to stop fate from controlling my life, but I can't do anything, right? Trying to fight against fate is like putting a coin on the track and trying to stop a speeding train. "

When she thought about the two people who were most important to her in her life leaving her in the same way, she felt uncontrollably sad.

George Stacy, sensing his daughter's mood, gently stroked Gwen's hair and said:

"You know, Gwen, when I used to come home from a bad day at work, your mom would ask me how I was doing."

"I'd say, 'OK,' and she'd kiss me on the cheek and say, 'You're going to win next time.'"

After a pause, George continued, "Your mother never believed in fate. She has always actively fought against the disease. No matter how bad it was, she always believed that she would win. She would always win fate next time!"

“So, Gwen, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I believe my daughter will be the girl who will always win next time!”

Gwen listened to her father's words, and her originally desperate and uncomfortable mood eased a little.

Peter told himself that he was just a pre-tumor.

Maybe my father is right and I can change all this.

Whatever means she uses, she must prevent her mother's tragedy from happening to Peter.

"call!"

Exhaling, Gwen forced herself to pull herself together.

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

"Dad, I want to borrow some money from you."

"How many?"

Although he felt strange about borrowing money from his daughter, he was still relieved to see her cheer up.

Borrowing money is a piece of cake.

"The more the better." Gwen wanted to raise money for Peter's treatment, and the more the better.

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

she asked tentatively.

"Forehead"

George Stacy was a little suspicious. Was his daughter deceived by someone? !
Osborne Building.

As one of the most powerful companies in the United States, Osborne Industries has made numerous achievements in manufacturing, compression, automobile manufacturing, and chemical processing.

It has 110 manufacturing plants and 7 R&D institutions around the world, and is particularly well-known in the field of chemical products.

"dad?"

Norman Osborn's office, Harry pushed the door open and entered.

"You should have knocked, Harry. This is at work, not at home."

Norman Osborn, with a dignified look on his face, put down the documents in his hand and said to his son with a frown.

"Sorry, Dad, I just wanted to..."

Harry was about to explain when his father interrupted him, "You attended a funeral today, is it over so soon?"

"Yes, I didn't attend the latter ceremony. The whole process will probably be completed in the afternoon."

Norman nodded. "You performed very well in this UN charity meeting. This will help expand your network. If you grow up, Harry, I won't worry about it every day."

Harry really wanted to ask his father what maturity and immaturity were.

Why does my father always have a stern face and say that I am immature?

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

After a moment of silence, he asked Norman.

Norman turned his gaze towards Harry, staring at him with a stern look, "I don't know, and you don't need to invest your curiosity in these things. Don't disappoint me, Harry."

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Harry couldn't stand his father talking to him so coldly any longer.

He raised his head and said indignantly, "I don't know what maturity is. Maybe Dad, you hope to harvest something important and very useful from me."

"You spent ten years transforming me, cultivating me like a potted plant, hoping that I would become the kind of person you wanted me to be, but I tell you, Dad, you took away more from me than you left."

Norman Osborn looked at his son venting with a sullen face.

"So, I am who I am now thanks to you, Dad. I hate to disappoint you, but you made me this way."

When Harry finally finished speaking, Norman Osborn's face was filled with gloom.

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

"Oh!"

Harry closed the door and stood in the corridor, feeling a little scared when the cold wind blew on him.

Normally, he would never dare to talk to his father like this.

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

I ended up messing everything up!
Annoyed, Harry walked out of the corridor unwillingly.

Inside the office.

After the sound of Harry's footsteps disappeared, Norman Osborn lowered his head and focused his gaze on the document in front of him.

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

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