On the top floor of the Osborn building, Harry's home was decorated in such an old-fashioned style that it felt like stepping back into the Middle Ages.
"What brings you here, Mr. Yang Bo?"
Harry was a little puzzled. If what had happened in the laboratory hadn't been a hallucination brought on by his nerves, then Yang Bo possessed special abilities, just like Spider-Man, who swung between the buildings every day.
"I just brought Peter over to see you. He also has something he wants to tell you."
Harry paused, then turned his gaze to Peter. Only then did he notice the conflicted expression on his face.
"Peter, what is it? If there's anything I can do to help, I will."
Hearing Harry say that only made Peter feel worse.
"Harry, I... I..."
For a moment, Peter had no idea how to explain. Should he simply say he was Spider-Man? Or tell Harry that his father had died right in front of him?
Seeing this, Yang Bo smiled gently. "There's no rush. First, is your butler here? I believe his name is Bernard."
"He is, but does this have anything to do with him?"
"Yes. A great deal, actually."
At Yang Bo's words, Harry stepped aside, picked up the phone, and used the internal line to contact the butler who had served the Osborn family for years.
"Bernard, sorry for the trouble, but could you come up? We need you for something."
An elderly but clear voice came over the phone. "Of course, sir."
Harry hung up and invited Peter and Yang Bo to sit on the sofa. Seeing Peter's troubled expression, he even joked, "Hey, Peter, this isn't your first time here. Why are you so stiff today?"
Ding...
The elevator chimed again. Whenever Yang Bo heard that sound,