Chapter 64: Daughter's Rebellion, Yet Seems Matured

The Parker residence.

The television was broadcasting the news.

"Just moments ago, viewers tuning in, earlier tonight, there was a major accident at the Osborn Industries laboratory."

After hearing the news report, Uncle Ben walked over to Peter, who was watching TV.

"While the details of the accident are still unclear, evidence suggests that someone lost their life in this incident."

"Osborn Industries' achievements in the fields of science and medicine have been widely regarded as the most cutting-edge breakthroughs in the past decade worldwide. The medical community has long speculated about the company's advancements. According to sources, Osborn has developed a revolutionary new product."

The television flashed images of the laboratory aftermath following the fire and explosion.

"It's still unclear if tonight's events are related to the so-called new product. Authorities are urging residents to stay away from the area where Osborn Industries is located."

Uncle Ben looked at the screen, sighing softly. "Hope Mr. Norman is okay."

The news anchor's voice continued, "It's unclear if local businessman and entrepreneur Norman Osborn is at the scene of the accident."

Uncle Ben watched the news report, then turned his gaze to Peter.

"Peter, is your classmate Harry okay?"

Having previously visited the Osborn estate and having a favorable impression of Harry, Uncle Ben expressed his concern to Peter.

"I called him earlier, he wasn't at the scene, so he wasn't harmed."

After learning about the explosion at the Osborn laboratory earlier that morning, Peter called Harry to confirm his safety.

"That's good."

Relieved to hear Peter's response, Uncle Ben let out a breath and sat on the couch.

"It's been quite eventful lately, first Sheriff George, now the Osborn family. It seems like all the trouble is piling up."

Rubbing his forehead, Uncle Ben had been quite busy lately.

Aunt May recently found a new job, so Uncle Ben had to drive her to and from work every day, which dashed his idea of moonlighting as a taxi driver.

After all, both couldn't work outside the home.

Someone had to take care of the household.

Peter thought for a moment before saying to Uncle Ben, "I think that company is called Feast, right? I've seen their trucks on the street."

"Yes, your Aunt May was just volunteering there before, now it's a formal job."

Uncle Ben told Peter, "The company's owner is a Chinese man. May often says he's a good person, helping the homeless."

Hearing that the owner was Chinese, Peter became interested.

After all, he was also Chinese and naturally felt close to his compatriots.

"Have you met him, Uncle Ben?"

"No, but I remember his surname seems to be 'Lee.'"

"Lee?"

Peter nodded.

He could pretend to be wealthy and meet this Mr. Lee to persuade him to pay Aunt May more.

Soon, he shifted his thoughts from fellow countrymen to Aunt May.

Although Aunt May's new job was stable now, the family's expenses were still tight.

It seemed like he needed to expedite the fake scholarship he arranged.

I wonder if those people making fake certificates have sorted it out by now.

After chatting with Uncle Ben, Peter went upstairs to his room.

Standing by the window, he held a pink transparent glass bottle in his hand.

It was obtained from Matt Murdoch last night.

This was the poison he used to make George Stacy lose his sanity.

Was its effect only limited to that?

Peter always felt that the functionality of this drug was more than that.

It seemed that Matt Murdoch hadn't told him everything.

He lifted the glass bottle, aimed it at the sun, and looked through the glass, focusing on the pink smoke inside.

His gaze seemed to extend infinitely, as if his pitch-black pupils were sinking into an endless abyss.

At the end of the abyss, a pair of blue pupils appeared.

Gwen's gaze was originally fixed on the liquid in the root beer bottle. When she heard her father's words, she awkwardly coughed and withdrew her gaze.

She felt a bit guilty now.

To be honest, she didn't know why she chose to shield Peter in that moment.

Maybe because Peter was closer to her?

Well, that reason wouldn't convince anyone.

She could see from her father's face that he seemed to care a lot about this.

"Are you listening to me, Gwen?"

"Of course, Dad."

Gwen pretended to be calm. "Peter and I are just good friends."

"Is that so? But you're not good at lying, Gwen. I can tell."

Although George had a good impression of Peter, he always felt that this kid had many secrets.

When the thug had a gun pointed at them, it was Peter who used his foot to pull the plastic carpet, causing the thug to fall.

This kid always did things that he couldn't anticipate.

So, even though he had a good impression of Peter, he was still afraid that his daughter would encounter more danger with him.

Some of the things he said to Peter when he lost his sanity earlier might not have been just gibberish; some were his genuine thoughts.

It's just that these thoughts were deeply buried in his heart, and he would never reveal them under normal circumstances.

"I know. The pastor at the church always says purity, kindness, dignity, integrity, and caution in speech and action are what girls should have, but I'm not like that."

Gwen let out a sigh. "I'm just a bit crazy."

"Since I was little, I liked to secretly read comic books, quietly stand in front of other kids and listen to their rap music and rock albums.

In school, I excitedly watched other kids smoke, and when I got home, I secretly read my comic books or listened to piercing rock music night after night, day after day, year after year. I should have completely eliminated the possibility of becoming the good girl the pastor talked about."

"So, Dad."

Gwen blinked and said, "Sometimes, I won't follow your advice because that's just who I am."

"Do you know what I want to say, Gwen?"

"Of course, I understand what you mean, Dad. You want to say that I should be cautious in my approach to love, right?"

Gwen's expression became more serious. "Only in this matter will I instinctively follow my own advice."

"Uh..."

George was suddenly a bit tongue-tied by his daughter's words.

How did he not see that his daughter could be so rebellious?

But...

He sighed and thought to himself: This also means that my daughter has matured.

The next morning, at Central City High School.

Peter had just entered the corridor and opened his locker when he heard people discussing.

They were all talking about the explosion accident at the Osborn laboratory.

"Hey, did you guys see the news? There was an accident at Harry's house, and his father's fate is still unknown."