Chapter 26: Next time we'll win, Gwen!

Presbyterian Hospital.

George. Stacy is in Gwen's hospital room.

He wants to find out from Gwen what really happened that night.

Especially Peter's role in it.

He always felt that Peter that night would never just act as a passerby like his daughter said.

"Dad, I ..... I want to be alone."

Gwen sat on the bed with her legs wrapped around her.

She buried her head deep inside her knees so that George . Stacy couldn't see a trace of her expression.

Hearing something wrong with her daughter's voice, George's brow furrowed.

"Gwen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I want to know, Dad, why .... I always face death?" Faced with Gwen's question, George . Stacy froze for a moment.

"Just like when I lost my mother, and now, it seems like I'm always in this vortex, always bringing death and destruction to those around me."

George. Stacy sniffed and walked over to Gwen and patted her hair gently, saying, "No, it's not your fault, Gwen."

"But why is it that the ones I love the most are leaving me and I can't do anything about it?"

Gwen said as she looked up with a tear-stained face.

George. Stacey, although she did not know what was happening, whispered reassuringly to her daughter.

"We can't stop death, it never goes by our will, but it should not be a source of harshness and pain for us."

Gwen was tempted to tell her father about Peter, but thought about what she had promised Peter and ultimately didn't.

"I used to want to play savior, Dad, but now I know that I'm not, and I no longer believe that I can blindly change all of this."

George. Stacy listened to her daughter's words with a slight frown on her brow.

Gwen exhaled a disheveled breath and said, "Maybe our lives are like a donkey cart running toward a cliff, and I'll fall into the same dark abyss as that donkey, and no one will hear me no matter how much I bray."

"I desperately want to stop those bad things, I want to not let fate dictate my life, but there's nothing I can do about it is there? Trying to fight fate is as impractical as trying to stop a speeding train by placing a coin on the tracks."

The thought of the two most important people in her life who meant the most to her, leaving her in the same way, pained her uncontrollably.

Sensing her daughter's mood, George,Stacy, gently stroked Gwen's hair and said.

"You know what? Gwen, in the past when I came home after a bad day at work, your mom would ask me how I was doing."

"I'd say, it was okay, and then she'd kiss me on the cheek and say to me:Next time you'll win."

After a moment's pause, George continued, "Your mother never believed in destiny, she was always active in her fight against her illness, and no matter how bad it got, she would always believe that she would win, and that she would always win over destiny next time!"

"So, Gwen, I don't know what you've been through, but I'm sure my daughter, will be the girl who will always win next time!"

Gwen listened to her father's words, and her despair, which had been so hard to bear, eased a few moments.

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

Maybe Dad was right, and he could change all that himself.

No matter what method she used, she had to stop her mother's tragedy from repeating itself in Peter's case

"Whew!"

Exhaling, Gwen forced herself to pull herself together.

She lifted her eyes and looked firmly at her father.

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

"How much?"

Although it was strange for his daughter to borrow money, he was quite relieved to see her pull herself together, and naturally, borrowing money for this kind of thing was not a problem.

"The more the better."

Gwen wanted to raise money for Peter's treatment and thought the more the better.

"Fifty thousand dollars? Is that okay, Daddy?"

She asked tentatively.

"Uh ..."

George. Stacey is a little skeptical, is her daughter being tricked by someone?!

...

Osborne Building.

Osborne Industrial Group, as the most powerful company in the United States domestic strength, its manufacturing, compression field automobile manufacturing, chemical processing field, numerous achievements.

It has 110 manufacturing plants and 7 research and development organizations around the world, especially in the chemical products is second to none.

"Dad?"

Norman. Osborne's office, Harry pushed his way in.

"You're supposed to knock, Harry, this is a company, not a home."

A dignified Norman Osborn put down the paper in his hand and frowned. Osborne put down the papers in his hands and frowned at his son.

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

Harry was just about to explain when his father interrupted, "You were at the funeral today, is it over so soon?"

"Yes, I didn't attend the ceremony later in the day, that will probably take the afternoon for the whole process to be over."

Norman nodded, "You've done well at this United Nations Charity Organization meeting, it's helped broaden your person, if you matured Harry, I wouldn't have to worry about it every day."

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

Why was it that every time his father, he had a stern face and said he was immature.

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

After a moment of silence, he asked Norman.

Norman turned his attention to Harry, his cold gaze on him, "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 it any longer, his father speaking to him so coldly.

He raised his head and said, somewhat indignantly, "I don't know what maturity is, maybe dad you were hoping to harvest something important and very useful from me."

"You've spent ten years remodeling me, nurturing me like a pruned potted plant, hoping I'd become the kind of person you want me to be, but I'll tell you what, Dad, you've eliminated far more from me than you've left behind."

NORMAN. Osborne sank back and watched his son's outburst.

"So, I am what I am thanks to you, Dad! I hate to disappoint you, but you're the one who indoctrinated me into this."

When Harry finally finished, Norman . Osborne's face clouded over.

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

"BOOM!"

Harry, who closed the door, stood in the corridor being blown by the cold wind, and was also a bit scared. On a normal day, he would never dare to talk to his father like this.

He originally wanted to ask his father if he could accompany himself to the biological science exhibition this weekend as a result he had messed everything up!

Chagrined, Harry walked reluctantly out into the hallway.

Inside the office.

Only after the sound of Harry's footsteps had disappeared did Norman Osborne lowered his head and placed his eyes on the document in front of him.

The document he was looking at was exactly about what happened three days ago, the Midtown High School football game tragedy.