San Fernando Valley, Thomas Clinic.
“Wa wa wa…”
Along with a burst of loud baby cries, a woman in her twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing maternity clothes, lay limply on the hospital bed covered in sweat.
“Rosalie, congratulations, it’s a boy!”
Mark felt himself being held in someone’s arms, and a surprised woman’s voice reached his ears.
“Rosalie, please, please help me contact Hollywood Weekly, and tell them I have a big news story that can shock the entire Country…”
Another somewhat weak and hoarse woman’s voice sounded.
“Rosalie, are you sure it’s now? You just gave birth and need a good rest!”
“No, right now! I’m fine, Daphne.”
“Alright!”
Mark felt himself being put down, and then a series of footsteps gradually faded away.
“Child, we are going to be rich soon! I swear, I will make you live the life of upper-class people, and I won’t let you squeeze into a cheap apartment with me…”
The hoarse woman’s voice from just now leaned close to his ear, her tone soft yet firm.
“I, what is wrong with me?”
Mark opened his eyes with great effort, looking at the crude ward around him and the pretty yet unfamiliar Western woman lying on the neighboring hospital bed.
Relying on his English ability from his past life, he could understand the conversation between the two just now.
But he remembered that he was still drinking with a group of colleagues last night.
How did he wake up in such a completely unfamiliar place?
Then Mark raised his arm hard and saw his two pink and petite fists.
“I, I’ve been reborn as a baby!”
He widened his eyes with an incredulous look.
Mark didn’t expect that the plot only found in novels would actually happen to him!
The baby’s brain was not yet fully developed, and Mark soon felt his consciousness blur, and then he fell into a deep sleep.
“Hello! Are you Miss Rosalie Payne? I am Marcus Dalton, a reporter for Hollywood Weekly.”
“I wonder what big news you have? Rest assured, as long as the news you provide has sufficient value, our newspaper office will definitely give generous compensation.”
A deep, polite male voice sounded, awakening Mark from his deep sleep.
If it were an ordinary baby awakened from deep sleep, he would probably be crying loudly by now.
But Mark, lying in the crib, simply opened his eyes and silently looked at the suit-clad middle-aged man who had abruptly appeared in front of the hospital bed.
“Yes, I am Rosalie Payne.”
Supported by Daphne, Rosalie propped herself up to a sitting position, leaning back against the pillow behind her.
“Mr. Dalton, this is my child, his name is… Mark, um, his name is Mark.”
Rosalie gave Mark a loving look, turned to Marcus and said, “Mark’s father is a rich man, he is a billionaire!”
“Oh, is that so?”
Marcus seemed to have gained some interest; he brought a chair and sat down by the hospital bed.
He first scrutinizingly looked at Mark in the opposite crib, and asked Rosalie, “Miss Payne, could you tell us who little Mark’s father is?”
“Tony Stark! Mark’s father is Tony Stark!”
Rosalie said with a solemn expression.
“Who! Who did you say?”
Marcus seemed unable to believe his ears and asked again.
“That billionaire, the president of Stark Industries, Tony Stark!”
“Miss Payne, what evidence do you have to prove that this child belongs to Tony Stark? You must know that every year there are at least eight hundred to a thousand women in the newspapers claiming to be Tony Stark’s girlfriends, exposing relationships with him, or even giving birth to his children!”
“Everything I said is true!”
Rosalie became a bit anxious: “If you don’t believe it, I can have Mark and Tony Stark do a paternity test!”
“Who is Mr. Stark? How could he take the time to do a paternity test just because of a word from you! If you can’t produce evidence, then I can only say goodbye, and let’s not waste each other’s time.”
Marcus shook his head, seeming to have lost interest, and stood up.
“Mr. Dalton, I’m not lying to you! We can find a way to get Tony Stark’s hair or saliva, and then take it to the hospital to do a test with Mark—I believe this shouldn’t be too difficult, right? By then, once this matter is reported, the sales of your Hollywood Weekly will definitely skyrocket…”
Rosalie said in an urgent tone.
“Hehe! Miss Payne, if we really do as you say, whether the newspaper sales will skyrocket in the end is unknown, but our newspaper office will definitely be sued into bankruptcy by Stark Industries’ legal team!”
Marcus ignored Rosalie and turned around directly, walking out of the ward.
“Mr. Dalton, Mr. Dalton…”
Watching Marcus leave without looking back, Rosalie could only collapse helplessly on the hospital bed.
“Rosalie, you just gave birth, you should rest well now, your emotions shouldn’t fluctuate too much!”
Seeing Rosalie’s disconsolate look, Daphne, who was wearing a Nurse’s uniform beside her, quickly stepped forward to comfort her.
“Daphne, you have to believe me! Mark’s father is really Tony Stark!”
Rosalie grabbed Daphne’s arm and said in an excited tone.
“Alright, alright, alright, I believe you, Rosalie.”
Daphne comforted her.
Mark, lying in the crib, listened to the entire conversation among everyone.
At this moment, his heart was completely filled with shock: “I, I have been reborn into the Marvel Universe?”
Thinking of the supervillains committing evil everywhere in the Marvel Universe, and the various fatal crises about to appear, Mark’s heart was filled with despair.
This World is really too unfriendly to ordinary people!
Compared to these, becoming Tony Stark’s illegitimate son doesn’t seem like much anymore.
Anyway, if Rosalie couldn’t produce solid evidence, he probably wouldn’t have the chance in this lifetime to be recognized by Tony Stark and inherit his multi-billion-dollar family fortune.
“Hum!”
Right at this moment, as the sun slanted westward, a ray of sunlight passed through the glass window and shone on Mark lying in the crib.
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A line of information suddenly appeared in Mark’s mind.
Appearing simultaneously was a comic image wearing blue tights and red shorts, with a red cape draped behind, and an “S” logo on the chest!
“Isn’t this the comic book I bought for my niece before crossing over? I didn’t expect it to cross over with me and even become my golden finger!”
Looking at the glowing Superman image in his mind, Mark was instantly pleasantly surprised.
He stared at the comic image in his mind and saw more information.
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[Unlocked Superpower: Super Brain]
[Super Brain LV0 (0 / 100)]