Mark tensed his cheeks, then slowly exhaled the air in his mouth like a "Puff-shroom".
"Dad…Dad?"
Turning around and seeing Peter's ashen face, Mark immediately realized he had caused big trouble.
"John Patrick, what have you done?!"
Peter looked at the messy farm, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
He never expected that while he was out fighting enemies, the two mischievous children left at home would start fighting each other.
And judging by the damage at the scene, the two mischievous children weren't just playing around.
"Dad, I…I…"
Mark wanted to explain, but seeing Peter's face, more serious than ever, he couldn't speak.
"What did I tell you when I left, John?"
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"I told you to stay home, and you tore the house down?! You are brothers, yet now you're fighting like enemies?"
Clark, standing nearby, felt a little nervous and scared seeing his Godfather angry at Mark.
When he saw Mark facing his Godfather's wrath alone, he felt a pang of unwillingness.
After a moment of hesitation, Clark looked up and said to Peter, "Godfather, it…it was my fault, I shouldn't have fought with John."
"Yes, Clark, you are the older brother, you should be more rational. We'll discuss your issues later."
Peter also pulled Clark into the scope of his reprimand.
Although he was angry about the mischievous children fighting and destroying the house, he could understand it.
What made him furious was that Mark, that mischievous child, actually used Kryptonite against Clark.
This kid's mind was quite flexible when dealing with his own people.
"John, do you remember what you promised me before? To protect Clark from this meteorite. Look at what you've done now, you actually used it against Clark!"
Peter's tone grew colder and colder as he spoke, "Clark is your brother, and you used it to hurt your family? You are truly amazing, John, you know how to use such methods at just six years old."
"I…I'm seven, Dad."
Mark's weak interjection made Peter even more irritable, "No! Will you close your mouth, okay? Don't interrupt when My Lord is speaking!"
Mark swallowed, taking a step back, shaken by Peter's irate words.
"What if something happened to one of you and Clark?"
"I'm sorry, Dad, I just…I wanted to help you."
"I don't need your help right now, John."
Peter suppressed his anger, "Even if I needed help, it wouldn't be this way. Getting hot-headed and fighting with Clark, is this your way of helping?"
Mark lowered his head, saying with some grievance and sadness, "I just…I just want to be like you, Dad."
"But I hope you're stronger than me."
After saying this, Peter glanced at him, resisting the urge to discipline these two mischievous children, and turned to walk upstairs.
He didn't want anything right now, he just wanted peace and quiet.
Seeing Peter leave, Martha and Jonathan exchanged glances.
Martha, who was holding Clark, walked towards Mark, who was looking down, and knelt down to caress his face, "Don't worry, John, Dad is just a little angry, he'll be fine soon."
Mark looked up with red eyes, "Sorry, Aunt, I shouldn't have fought with Clark."
"It's not your fault, Clark is also at fault."
Jonathan had Clark come over to apologize to Mark.
Seeing Mark's current appearance, Clark also felt some regret.
He took the initiative to apologize to Mark, "I'm sorry, John, I shouldn't have said those excessive things."
Although Mark still cared deeply about Clark's words, he had already begun to reflect on himself.
Feeling regret and guilt, he shook his head and said to Clark, "I was also wrong. I promised I would protect you from the meteorite, Clark, I didn't keep my promise."
12:00 AM.
The "pitter-patter" of raindrops continued, and the entire farm exuded a rare tranquility after a great battle.
Mark sat alone on the Barn roof, getting drenched in the rain while looking at the distant cornfield with a heavy heart.
The words Peter had said to him earlier kept echoing in his mind.
The fear of making Peter angry and worrying that his father would never speak to him again constantly enveloped him.
The more he thought, the more scared he became; the more he thought, the more wronged he felt. Mark, who was about to cry, suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Mark."
Hearing Peter's voice, Mark quickly swallowed and held back the tears that were about to fall.
"Dad!"
Mark, holding back, turned around and forced a smile at Peter, who was standing behind him.
Looking at Mark's wronged expression, Peter coughed, took out a cinnamon roll, and handed it to him.
"Are you hungry?"
"Mm."
Taking the bread, Mark began to devour it.
The battle with Clark earlier had consumed a lot of his energy, and his stomach had been rumbling with hunger.
"Dad, are…are you not angry with me anymore?"
After a few bites, Mark put down the bread and asked tentatively.
"Do you know your mistake?"
"I…I know, Dad, I should protect Clark, I shouldn't hurt him, I didn't keep the promise I made to Dad before."
Mark sat on the Barn roof, reflecting for a long time, and understood why his father was angry with him.
"Mm-hmm, promises are very important, especially between family members. Since you promised to protect Clark from Kryptonite, you should do what you say."
Peter sat down and patted Mark's shoulder, "This is a promise between men."
"I understand. Then…Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"What?"
Mark hesitated, "Is Clark really Dad's biological son?"
Seeing his expression, conflicted yet eager for an answer, Peter fell silent.
Are mischievous children this precocious nowadays?
He already knows the difference between biological and non-biological.
And it seems Mark cares a lot about his bloodline.
He'll have to gradually correct his views on bloodline in the future.
Otherwise, if he knew he was sent by an alien spaceship, wouldn't his mentality collapse?
Bringing his thoughts back to the present, he said to Mark, "No, Clark's biological father is Kennett."
"But why does Clark have the same abilities as Dad?"
"You also have the same abilities as Dad, and you also have Laser Eyes. You are even more powerful than Dad. These…are all your talents."
Mark nodded, showing a thoughtful expression, "I knew it, Clark was lying."
Peter: "…"
He regretted not giving that kid a few swats on the butt downstairs earlier.
Mark, feeling much better, said to Peter, "Dad, I once had a dream."
"What dream?"
"I…I was in a house I had never seen before. It was full of photos I had never seen, toys I had never played with, books I had never read. There were many people there."
"Did you like it there?"
Mark rested his chin on his hands, "No, I didn't like it at all. I hated the loneliness there. Dad wasn't there."
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