Chapter 43 A loving father and a filial son
The next day.

Osborne Manor.

"Tonight we will bring you Norman Osborn's mysterious and wonderful journey. Anyone who has read the financial pages of newspapers will be familiar with the name Norman Osborn."

Norman Oss was sitting at the dining table, with the Osborne Group's program playing on TV.

But his attention was not drawn to the TV.

A newspaper was spread out on the dining table, and all the news on it was about Spider-Man.

The host's voice on TV continued:
"He brought about a series of sudden changes in the field of bioengineering, which also brought him huge profits and made his company one of the world's leading companies."

As he was browsing the newspaper, Harry came over.

Harry, who had been exposed to the cold wind on the Cross Church for a whole day, was finally rescued.

"What did the doctor say, Harry?"

Norman Osborn put down the newspaper and turned his gaze towards him.

"I'm fine. The doctor said it was just a skin injury. There's also a risk of catching a cold, but that's for the future. I should be fine now."

Harry sat down at the table and picked up his knife.

He squeezed a large piece of toast into a ball, broke the egg yolk, and the overflowing liquid merged with the maple syrup surrounding them.

Harry didn't eat it directly. Instead, he put down the knife, looked up and said to Norman: "Dad, did you watch the news about Spider-Man?"

"Ah."

Norman picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

"That's not what you should be focusing on, Harry. You should focus more on your studies and other things."

Harry took a deep breath and asked Norman, "What do you mean by other things? Are you concerned about our vacuum cleaner robot becoming a killer robot?"

"what?"

Norman Osborn cast an unhappy look at Harry.

"I said, the robot fighting the vulture is our house's sweeping robot."

Harry no longer cared about his father's authority and said everything he wanted to say.

"The man who calls himself Vulture said that you plagiarized his work. He kidnapped me and wanted you to apologize. But Dad, you have a better solution. You don't need to send robots. Just an apology can solve everything."

Norman Osborn's jaw tightened. "Are you saying that I'm wrong?"

"I just don't think innocent people should die because of us."

"You are so naive, Harry."

Norman Osborn looked at him coldly and said, "Will a beast cornered in a corner just sit there and wait to die? I've told you countless times that if you want to be a scavenger, you must put aside your unnecessary mercy and sympathy. Whether innocent people live or die has nothing to do with you. You can't put your relationship with them in the right place."

Harry pushed his plate aside and looked at his father with extremely unfamiliar eyes.

He didn't believe that these were his father's words.

"No! Dad, I'm not a bad person, and I don't want to be like you!"

"Do you think everyone is kind-hearted?"

Norman Osborn stared at Harry, his tone becoming colder. "Go out and look at the people on the street. Farmers, immigrants, truck drivers, country yuppies. Each of them may have been to church and thrown a dollar or two into the offering plate. They are kind to others and smile at everyone. They all look like law-abiding citizens."

"And do you know what they do behind the scenes? They steal and prostitute, cheat and deceive, and use other people's sympathy to deceive and hurt others."

Norman stood up with disappointment on his face. "Harry, if you keep this heart, you will not succeed. Instead, you will be hurt. The closer someone is to you, the deeper the hurt will be."

Harry's anger was also aroused. He asked Norman: "What do you think is success? Becoming a well-known entrepreneur and making your company one of the best in the world?" "These are not what I want! It will only become my pain."

Harry panted slightly and looked at his father. "No matter which school I go to, I am the richest one. Some people want to get close to me. They want my wealth, but it is not mine. I know it clearly."

"More people laughed at me for being a rich young man relying on my family's wealth. They never really regarded me as a friend. I have been to countless schools, and the only friends I have now are Peter and Gwen."

As Norman Osborn listened to his son's venting, the expression on his face became increasingly ugly.

He asked Harry coldly: "Harry, do you think all this I have given you is pain?"

"No, I appreciate it, Dad, but I can't be the person 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 and looked at Harry.

"There's no point in escaping from reality. No matter what, you are a member of the Osborn family. You can't live in your own world."

Harry exhaled and said, "I won't run away. I won't run away like my mother did."

"What did you say?"

When Norman heard Harry mention his mother, his face instantly turned bad.

"I said, my mother chose to escape at that time."

Harry no longer concealed what he had hidden in his heart. "In her last days, my mother had been numbing herself with Scotch whisky for six years. In my impression, she had always been accompanied by alcohol because she knew you were wrong, but she couldn't stop you!"

"Shut up!"

Norman Osborn was furious and slapped Harry directly in the face.

"Snapped!"

Gwen slammed her locker, her face filled with anger.

The location was a locker in the school corridor and the time was in the morning.

The corridor, which had not yet started classes, was filled with bustling students.

Although something was not right with her body, she still came to school.

After all, this is my own secret, and I can't use it as an excuse to skip classes.

"Why are you so angry?"

She was sulking when a voice came from behind him.

Gwen looked back and saw it was Peter.

"This has got to be a joke! Don't they know who saved the entire subway yesterday?"

Gwen handed the newspaper in her hand to Peter and said angrily, "Look at their headlines."

Peter took the newspaper and the bold headline on it caught his eye - "Spider-Man: Dangerous Thug!"

Looking at the headline of the newspaper, he looked to the top of the newspaper.

The words "The Daily Bugle" appeared prominently.

Isn't this Spider-Man's most loyal anti-fan newspaper?
Now the first one to come out is Black Spider-Man.

Looking at the newspaper, Peter fell into deep thought.

Can it be said that I have corrected the original trajectory of the world?
(End of this chapter)