Chapter 84: Harry and the Demon
"Why?"
At Osman Manor, Harry stared at the lifeless body of his pet dog, his face filled with disbelief and shock.
Before he left for school, the pet dog was perfectly fine.
He never expected to come back and find it lying in a pool of blood.
Although the butler explained it as a car accident.
But how could that be?
His pet, "Quincy," would never wander onto the road.
With a heavy heart, Harry dug a hole in the courtyard and buried Quincy.
Unable to escape the pain of losing a pet, Harry still wore a somber expression at dinner.
"Death is death, Harry, no matter how mournful you appear, you can't change it," Norman frowned at his son.
"I know I'm just having trouble accepting it, perhaps I need some time, Dad," Harry said to his father. "It was with me for a long time, after all."
Harry remembered Quincy clumsily jumping off the toilet and bumping into the bathtub, and the way it stared at him with its blurry eyes, not too foolishly.
Norman put down his knife, his expression serious, "I've always disagreed with you having pets, Harry. It only undermines your ambition. The Osborns have always been predators, and predators don't need the companionship of pets."
"Perhaps you're right, Dad, but we're not the same," Harry replied, too tired to argue with his father.
He knew that no matter what he said, his father would reprimand him.
Perhaps that saying was right - "humans never truly empathize."
Seeing Harry's dejected expression, Norman's inner anger was instantly ignited.
He slammed the table heavily, making the utensils on the table clink.
"You're my son, that means you can never be ordinary. Stop that expression! Look at you, so devoid of ambition!"
The dinner ended on a sour note.
After entering his room, Harry still pondered over Quincy's death.
As for being scolded by his father, it wasn't the first or second time.
He had gotten used to it.
Sitting dejectedly in his chair, Harry hugged his head with his hands.
He remembered the first time he called Quincy's name when he picked it up.
It seemed to stumble towards him.
When he led it outside the porch, it bumped into the door frame, almost falling.
But it ate the leftovers eagerly.
At that moment, Harry's fear of dogs disappeared, and he began to realize that he actually liked pets.
So he knelt down, hugged it, and Quincy licked his face.
As he recalled the moments spent with his pet dog, Harry felt even more distressed.
Staring at the computer on the table, he suddenly remembered that he had installed a camera in Quincy's kennel.
It was installed when he was bored, wanting to observe Quincy's life.
Even his father didn't know about it.
With this in mind, he immediately turned on the computer and retrieved the daytime recording.
The recording was automatically saved, so he simply played it back from the moment he left in the morning.
At first, everything was fine, until noon when his father passed by.
For some reason, Quincy jumped out and barked madly at his father.
He even lunged at him as if to bite him.
His father, with an unusual expression, kicked Quincy hard.
Quincy whimpered, spat out blood, and moved a few times on the ground before breathing his last.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Watching the scene before him, Harry was filled with disbelief.
His father killed Quincy?
Why did he lie and deceive him about it being a car accident?
Also, Quincy rarely barked at people.
Why did he bark at his father?
Where did his father get such strength?
Standing up, filled with anger, Harry, with his pockets clenched, quickly walked towards Norman's room.
Reaching the second floor, he heard voices coming from his father's room.
Was someone talking to Norman in the room?
Puzzled, he slowed his pace and quietly approached the door.
From inside, he heard his father's voice, and faintly caught the word "Gwen."
Feeling an immediate sense of unease, he held his breath and listened carefully to the sound coming from inside the room.
"Follow the plan, continue investigating Gwen, and if necessary, you can take action against her. I don't believe she'll be a cooperative person. And Peter Parker too."
Norman's cold voice emanated from inside, and Harry's pupils dilated at what he heard.
Dad wants to deal with Gwen?!
Why?!
Is this still his own father?
He knew that Quincy was his companion, that Gwen and Peter were his good friends.
No, this wasn't his father anymore.
He had become a stranger to him.
As Harry stepped back, his heart pounding, he reached into his pocket and touched his phone.
He needed to notify Gwen immediately.
Silently retreating to the doorway, just as he was about to descend the stairs, the door creaked open.
With a sinking heart, Harry stiffened and looked up.
In his line of sight, Norman Osborn stood in the darkness of the doorway.
His eyes turned crimson, staring at him like a demon.
Meanwhile,
Inside the Brooklyn Detention Center,
Matt stood behind the glass, somewhat stunned as he looked at the figure opposite him.
He hadn't expected this demon to come see him.
Well, even though he couldn't see.
But his senses were sharper than his eyes; it was definitely that bastard.
Peter picked up the phone, gesturing for Matt behind the glass to answer the call.
Though Matt was the one he personally sent in here, he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.
"It's surprising, I thought the first person to come see me would be my former law partner. After all, he always thought I screwed him over and wanted to punch me in the face."
Matt said to Peter on the phone.
"Well, that's a shame. If you don't mind, I can give you a punch in the face to make up for your regrets."
Peter looked somewhat reluctantly.
Though he's the one who put him in here, it would be satisfying to finally get to hit him.
"Forget it, we're not that close."
Matt pushed his red glasses up and said to Peter, "What do you want to ask?"
He immediately guessed Peter's intention.
Peter stared at Matt behind the glass and asked, "Do you know Helen Nolan?"
At the mention of this name, Matt was suddenly stunned, his expression no longer as composed as before.