Harry has been happy lately because his father is back on his feet.

According to the doctor's explanation, they have now successfully developed a side product of Osborne Extreme Nutrition, which is able to effectively maintain the father's condition from worsening. They haven't found a cure for this genetic disease yet, but it shouldn't be a problem to let my father live another two or three years. And they already claim that they are on the right path, and it is only a matter of time before they find the perfect cure.

Harry had always found this explanation a bit odd, but it didn't matter. The most important thing is that he can finally accept the fact that he is about to lose the last loved one in the world.

Of course, you don't have to learn how to run a company with thousands of employees and hundreds of partners so early, and you don't have to worry about whether you will meet the same fate in 30 years. All this is also a big burden for him.

Although he still has no intention of returning to school, he has a lot more free time. Less than a week after Norman 'recovered', Peter came home from school to see Harry on the couch stuffing vanilla cookies into his mouth.

"I'm tired of it." Harry took a sip of hot cocoa before swallowing the food down his throat.

He's always been like this, he's never changed. At Norman's table, it was always the most gorgeous meal, and it was only when he slipped to Peter's side that he could eat a snack so ungracefully.

Peter sat down next to Harry and glanced at the cup in Harry's hand, his face suddenly bitter.

"That's my cup..."

Harry almost squirted out a mouthful of hot cocoa, and he looked at the cup in his hand, then at Peter, a look of undisguised disgust on his face.

“... Have you washed it well? ”

"No matter what, you'll definitely have to brush it again after you've drunk it." Peter rolled his eyes at his sworn friend, who was struggling with his acting skills, and then took the opportunity to ruffle his neatly combed hair.

"Flower Keoff~!"

A foul word came out of Harry's mouth, and it took him half a second before he realized what he had done. He nervously glanced nervously at Aunt May, who was reading a magazine in the chaise longue, and was relieved to make sure she hadn't heard anything.

Peter, who had left his bag aside, relaxed and began to talk to Harry about what he had seen over the past week.

Peter's own ordinary school life was naturally explained in a few words, but Harry spoke in high spirits for nearly half an hour, almost all about his father's miraculous recovery. But Peter listened patiently, as he knew how important it was to his friends.

"Three weeks later, there's an Osborne Group party, are you interested in coming?" Tired, Harry took another sip of his drink, which was almost cold, before he told the purpose of his visit tonight.

"Eh, is it necessary...?"

Peter, who didn't understand the meaning of Harry's words, was a little reluctant. He remembered his old suit, which had already looked ill-fitting. While Harry could have been completely unconcerned about the disparity between the two, that didn't mean the others wouldn't. He didn't want to be looked at strangely at such a high-end dinner.

"You idiot..."Seeing his best friend's reaction, Harry could only begin to explain to him in a tone of hatred. Do you think dinner parties are all about eating? Do you think everyone spends so much money and time just going to dinner? ”

"Of course, you merchants and whatever, it has nothing to do with me..."Peter's voice became quieter and quieter, and he was obviously a little unconfident that he didn't understand the situation.

"Connections, connections." Harry had to patiently explain to Peter. "Didn't you worry about college before? We at Osborne sponsor a number of universities, and we are involved in some of their architectural and research projects. If you can get acquainted with it, then most of the scholarship problems you are worried about have already been solved? ”

Peter, on the other hand, was obviously a little resistant to this approach, and his whole person seemed a little awkward.

"That's... It's not because of you Osborne—" he muttered. "This... I always feel weird. ”

Seeing him like this, Harry could only pat himself on the forehead.

"Come on, I won't talk to you otaku about these social truths. When the time comes, I'll take care of it for you, so you're always satisfied, right? Harry punched Peter in the shoulder. You're an uncle, right? ”

Peter nodded helplessly, and Harry smiled with satisfaction, handing Peter two invitations to the dinner.

"Gwen has also received an invitation, but it should be your turn to do this job." Harry said with a smile. "Father wants to talk to you again, too."

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Norman, who was far away in the Osborne Building, was engaged in a silent conversation with the voices that existed only in his head.

"When will you let me go?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to be strict with yourself?"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Facts can make people look further."

"This is also Osborne's curse?"

"No, it's your curse."

The corners of Norman's eyes twitched, and the glass in his hand turned into crystalline reflective grit under his miss. He quietly apologized to the main pipe who was reporting to him, and called the cleaners to come and clean up the mess in the room.

"Sorry, a small mistake." He spoke gently to the director, who was visibly nervous, and motioned for him to continue his report. Yet as the tirade began again, Norman's attention was inevitably seized by the whispering voices in his ear, drawing him deeper into his own consciousness.

The last time it looked like this... What time is it?

A familiar scene came to Norman's eyes. He sat in the darkness, staring intently at a wooden door covered in dust and cobwebs.

He won't come in, he won't find me.

He won't come in, he won't find me.

Chaotic but determined thoughts drilled deep into his brain like maggots, causing him to subconsciously whisper to himself as if he were self-hypnotizing. And what should come will always come, and it will not be half a minute late because of a child who has fallen into a fantasy in fear. The filthy cupboard door was slammed open, and a pale, dark green speckled face poked in.

Norman subconsciously wanted to scream, but at the last moment, he forcibly stopped his action. The dark green face of the demon dissolved in the air like paint before his eyes, turning into the face of the director.

"Mr. Osborne, it doesn't matter to you!?" He rushed up and tried to wake up Norman, who had been a little wrong since a few minutes ago.

"Don't touch me!"

However, Norman, who had not yet fully recovered his senses, subconsciously slapped away the one that was reaching out to him. Although he didn't use much strength, the director let out a scream, covered his palms with a pale face, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

"I'm sorry, you don't care, right?" Norman stepped forward, and the director involuntarily took two steps back as if he were looking at a ghost. Norman was stunned for a moment, and the Director realized his gaffe.

"I... I'm fine. He stammered, his body still twitching slightly from the pain. Norman sighed, waved his hand, and motioned for him to take a look at the infirmary.

Looking at the figure that came out of the door as if he had been pardoned, Norman couldn't help but sigh. He sat back in his chair, only to find a handprint deeply imprinted on his desk.

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