Marvel's Psyker

Lynch in front of the bar had long noticed the familiar name ringing in his ears, but seeing this warm scene, he wisely pretended to be a stranger and used it as the background of the tavern.

"I envy you, Harry."

The thin younger brother Harry looked at the cheerful, sunny and eloquent older brother in front of him, with envy in his eyes.

“I wish I had the opportunity to visit regular high schools as well.”

"No! Don't even think about it!"

As soon as Harry spoke, he was interrupted by Norman.

"Just let me go, Harry."

"Your brother going to ordinary high school alone is enough to give me a headache. If both of you go, I will die of worry!"

"If I go to the banquet, how do you ask me to chat with others? How can I hold my head up in front of those celebrities? Both children of the Osborne family's generation are studying in ordinary high schools, and none of them are studying in private high schools?"

Norman Osborn said rather helplessly.

"Please don't! This will be a laughing stock!"

"Oh~"

Harry lowered his head and said in an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, Dad, I know I was wrong."

"Okay! Harry, it's nothing, you don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to apologize for this!"

Norman rubbed Harry's head gently.

"Dad just wants you to understand that the reason why private high schools are valued by the upper class is not only because of the quality of education, but also because it is a hub for the upper class' connections! Do you understand?"

Harry nodded half-knowingly.

"Don't worry, I know."

Norman smiled contentedly, then turned his gaze to Harry.

"Okay! Harry, I don't want to say anything more about what you said. Even in an ordinary high school, you have to study hard for me! And then get into a good university. As the successor of the Osborne Group, a student in a prestigious school Networking is of great help to your future, don't underestimate it!"

Hearing Norman's advice, Harry and Harry were taken aback for a moment.

"Okay, I see, Dad, I will." Harry said indifferently.

Seeing that Harry was not very interested, Norman wisely ended the topic and continued to enjoy his breakfast.

Suddenly, there was a rush of phone ringing in the quiet tavern.

Lynch and Ben Parker, who were sitting at the bar, looked subconsciously at the table in the center of the restaurant, and Norman Osborn quickly took out and hung up the phone in his pocket.

He stood up, smiled apologetically to Lynch, Bud, and Ben Parker, then leaned over to Harry and Harry's ears and said, "Harry, Harry, it's Dr. Conners calling." , I have to go out and pick it up!"

"It's okay." The younger brother Harry said very sensiblely: "You go, Dad, don't make Dr. Connors wait too long."

Norman showed a gentle smile to his sensible son, and then walked out of the restaurant with the phone in hand.

Two minutes later, Norman hurried in with an unusual expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, lads, I may have had a moment to spare."

"Ah! What?"

Both Harry and Harry had disappointed expressions on their faces.

Norman smiled apologetically at the children, then picked up the coat he had put on the chair before, put it on quickly, and turned to leave.

"Please! Dad! Don't do this!"

The older brother Harry got up and took his father's hand.

"Harry?"

Facing his father's slightly stern gaze, Harry went up to him without fear.

"You usually stay in the laboratory and don't go home once for ten days and a half months. Today we finally waited until you took the time to send us to school, just thinking about sitting together for breakfast as a family. Why are you doing this?"

After all, Harry also seemed to feel that his tone was a bit heavy, and it was too accusatory.He sighed, turned to look at his father with an almost begging look, and said with an expression:

"Just this time, please dad, just this time! Will you stay with us? Don't go!"

Norman broke free from Harry's hand, and said with an unchanged expression: "I'm sorry, Harry, but the company really has something to do, and a whole lab is waiting for me, I have to go there immediately!"

Hearing words like "company" and "laboratory" in his father's mouth, Harry became annoyed instantly.

"Damn it! Can't you just do those damn experiments one night at a time? Just one day! Not even one night at all? Don't you think, Harry and I, we're not important enough for you to put Is the experiment postponed for a day?"

Harry became more and more angry, and he started yelling at his father unbearably, not caring about the strange looks around him.

"By the way, Dad, what's in your company's laboratory? It's like you've been possessed by a demon!"

Harry's chest heaved heavily, and there seemed to be fire in his eyes.

"Dad, think about it! When will our family sit together and have a good meal as neatly as this morning?"

"It was three months ago!"

"Dad, how long have you been with us?"

Harry's voice trembled.

"Do you know, Dad? I still remember that on the day my mother died of illness, you stayed in the laboratory as always, obsessed. At that time, there were only me, Harry, and my mother in the ward."

"As a husband, you... you fucking came after the doctor issued the death notice?!"

"Hehe~"

It turned out that Harry should have become more and more excited as he spoke, but his tone gradually weakened.He put down the finger pointing at Norman, and poked his chest vigorously.

"Dad, do you know how cold it was in the ward that day?"

Norman didn't speak.

The blazing fire in Harry's eyes died out, fading into silent desperation.

Looking into his son's eyes, Norman bowed his head guiltily, remained silent, and did not speak.

"Harry."

After half a minute, Norman spoke.

"Harry, maybe you don't know what Dad is doing - don't ask! But Dad can only tell you that the experiment Dad is doing now is really, really important. It's about a very important, very important thing. Something special. Dad swore he would spend his life doing it!"

Harry's eyes showed incredible horror.

"So? You can throw everything away for this? Just for that... that shitty experiment that you won't even talk to us about!"

Norman let out a long sigh, "Yes, for that experiment, I can throw away everything I have."

Harry, who was so angry, didn't hear Norman saying this, biting the word "mine" extremely hard, as if he was going to crush his teeth.

He was just very angry now, angry that his father would say such unkind words.

Harry sat back in his seat, turning his head to the side, not wanting to look at Norman.

"Anyway, I'm sorry! Harry."

Afterwards, Norman patted Harry on the shoulder, "I'm sorry too, Harry."

"It's okay, Dad, I can eat with my brother."

"Well, Dad will ask someone to go to your school to help you ask for leave later, so don't go to school today! Have a good day and relax. Remember to use the bank card that Dad gave, and just charge it to Dad .”

"Well, don't worry, I know."

Harry, who is usually weak and introverted, appears exceptionally calm at the moment.

He pushed Norman lightly, pointed to the car outside the restaurant, and then pointed to the sullen Harry curled up in the seat, signaling him to leave quickly and deal with Harry himself.

"Okay, you go to work, Harry, I will persuade him."

"Okay, bye then, lads, have fun!."

After that, Norman turned around resolutely and walked out of the restaurant quickly.