Chapter 54: Why does Death Favor Me So Much?

The rain intensified.

Gwen stood under the outdoor umbrella of the coffee shop, sheltering from the rain.

Peter stood beside her.

"I'm so sorry, Peter," Gwen said, wiping away the rainwater from her face, her mood low as she apologized to Peter, "I don't know why my dad would do that."

"Perhaps it's not coming from his true self," Peter said, standing at the edge of the umbrella, watching the falling raindrops, his tone indifferent to Gwen, "Both you and I know that Sheriff Stacy isn't someone who is usually so irritable and easily swayed by emotions. This doesn't seem like the normal Sheriff Stacy."

Upon hearing Peter's words, Gwen thought carefully and realized that her father's behavior just now was indeed off.

She hadn't noticed it in the heat of the moment, but now, upon calm reflection, she immediately noticed something was wrong.

Temper tantrums, a tendency towards violence, a lack of judgment, pointing a gun at people at the drop of a hat—her usual father would never behave like this.

"Yes, the way he acted just now was nothing like my usual dad, and he also seems physically off," Gwen recalled the details of her argument with her father just now.

"Maybe there's something we don't know in between," she suddenly regretted speaking to her father like that.

Now, soaked in rainwater and calmed down, Gwen wanted to go back and see what had happened to her father and why he seemed like a different person.

"I need to go back and check on my dad," Gwen said, putting on her hood and quickly running back into the heavy rain, "I'll call you later."

Peter stood under the umbrella, watching Gwen's figure gradually disappear.

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Parker's Home.

Peter sat at the desk by the window, examining the red business card in his hand.

The rain outside hadn't stopped, still pattering down.

The information on the red card belonged to Matt Murdoch, marked with his address and phone number.

Setting down the card, Peter opened his laptop and typed "Matt Murdoch" into the search bar.

Information about the lawyer appeared on the screen.

Scrolling through the text, Peter fell into thought.

It seems that the world's Daredevil isn't such a good person.

Involved with the underworld and often helping villains escape justice, the Daredevil's reputation in New York isn't great.

The world he's in isn't the Marvel world he's familiar with.

Closing the laptop, he turned his chair to face the wall where a calendar hung.

But this should be normal, right?

He wasn't bitten by a spider, and instead Gwen was bitten by a radioactive spider and became Spider-Women.

This development had long proved the world's abnormality.

Standing up, he gently touched his chest, thoughts beginning to spread.

If he wasn't in the main world and hadn't become Spider-Man, would it mean Uncle Ben might not have been sacrificed?

Then who would be sacrificed for Spider-Man?

Huh.

A name suddenly flashed into his mind.

*Buzz~*

As he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed it was Gwen.

A bad feeling rose in his heart, and Peter pressed the answer button.

The moment he answered, Gwen's voice, filled with tears, came through, "Peter, something's happened to my dad!"

Sure enough, his bad premonition had come true.

New York Elderly Hospital, Peter stood outside the operating room.

Gwen sobbed quietly.

Excessive sadness made her body tremble incessantly.

"What did the doctor say? Gwen."

Peter waited for Gwen's emotions to calm down slightly before asking her.

"The doctor said my dad has some kind of allergic shock, and he's still in danger," Gwen's face was streaked with tears, "When I pushed the door into the office, my dad was already lying unconscious on the ground, and I don't know what happened."

As she spoke, two hot tears welled up on her face.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Peter fell silent for a moment, looked up at the operating room, then took out something wrapped in oiled paper from his pocket.

"Here's fifty thousand dollars, pay the bill first."

Gwen took the money Peter handed her, stunned.

"No!" She instinctively refused after realizing, "This is the money you used for treatment."

Even though she was short of money now, she didn't want to spend Peter's money.

"I'm almost cured, and if you don't believe me, I can have the doctor confirm it."

Extending his hand, Peter lightly patted Gwen's golden hair, "You lent me money before, so you can't refuse my money now, right?"

Gwen suddenly had the impulse to hug Peter and cry her heart out.

Suppressing this impulse, Gwen wiped away her tears and nodded heavily.

"Thank you, I'll pay you back as soon as possible."

"I'll go ask the doctor, you wait here."

After saying to Gwen, Peter turned and walked towards the doctor's office.

Even though Gwen had become Spider-Man, she was still a fragile girl.

Does the growth of superheroes really come with sacrifices and death?

Shaking his head, he pushed away these thoughts.

Would he believe in such a fatalistic view?!

A few minutes later.

Dr. Strange's office, Peter asked him about George Stacy's condition.

"In fact, Sheriff Stacy's illness is similar to what we've seen in another person before," Dr. Strange hesitated, "But I can't be sure."

Peter nodded slowly and asked, "It's the guy who attacked you, right?"

"Yes, Dan Stir. He also suffered from this strange shock symptom."

Although Dr. Strange found it strange how Peter knew, he didn't dwell on the issue.

He said to Peter, "Dan fell into a coma and died in less than a day. I'm afraid Sheriff Stacy will also fall into such a situation."

"Aren't you the 'Hand of God'?" Peter frowned at him, "Dr. Strange, don't say you can't do anything."

"Time is too short, even if I want to study this disease, it's impossible to solve it within a day."

Dr. Strange put down his pen, "I'm a doctor, not a magician."

"Isn't your hand praised as a miracle worker? Anyway, Dr. Strange, don't give up easily."

As Peter said, he glanced outside the door.

After leaving Dr. Strange's office, Peter returned to outside the operating room but didn't find Gwen's trace.

Finally, he found Gwen sitting on a nearby chair, holding her knees, burying her head in them.

"I heard your conversation with the doctor, Peter."

Her voice was muffled, "My mother, Helen, was very kind to me, and my dad loved her very much. I always thought my life was lucky."

"Until I attended the first funeral of my life—my mom's funeral. Some kids think death will always come to other people, but not me. If there's anything constant, it's that Death always favors Gwen Stacy."

She lifted her tear-streaked face, "Why does fate treat me like this?"

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