Chapter 9 I’m doing this for your own good, Clark

Author: Purple Sweet Potato Can Fly

Chapter 9 I’m doing this for your own good, Clark

After Clark and David left.

After being beaten to the ground, Whitney and several football players got up with difficulty after a while.

Several people beat each other without even touching the person's clothes. Everyone laughed at them, and they helped each other and left in embarrassment.

Not long after they went out, a thin figure walked out of the bar and stared at the people leaving in baseball uniforms with a cold look in his eyes.

"There's no rush, there's plenty of time."

He murmured, returned to the bar and continued to drink slowly. His eyes occasionally glanced at a strong black man in the corner of the bar who was picking up girls. There was no expression on his face, as if he was looking at a dead man.

The original plan cannot be disrupted.

As for those high school students on the school team who are equally bad.

He remembered that tomorrow night was the spring dance of the small town high school.

"I've never attracted anyone's attention at dances before, but this time it's different." Jerome sneered.

He will be the most dazzling one at the ball.

…

"Put me down, David."

Clark woke up weakly and struggled to get off David's shoulders.

"I don't want to go back."

He has not yet decided how to go back and face his parents.

"Why, eighteen-year-old Clark wants to run away from home?"

David felt that there was a very simple solution to this matter that did not require any pretentious back and forth.

He raised his hand and struck with the knife.

Snapped!

After being hit on the back of the neck, Clark looked back at his brother in confusion, not understanding what his brother was going to do.

"My strength is too low."

Seeing this, David smacked his lips.

After being freed from Kryptonite radiation, Clark gradually began to recover, even though there was no sunlight at the moment.

Bang!

He added another blow.

The terrifying force was enough to smash a tank with a knife. The air wave spread for more than ten meters, like a strong wind, and the weeds on both sides of the road shook violently.

Clark's eyes rolled up and he fainted.

"It's done."

…

His skin color recovered on the dim road, and David carried the unconscious Clark back to the farm.

The couple inside the house were still waiting for their two children to come back, and the doorway of the house showed warmth and light.

Before going in, he took out the green glowing kryptonite necklace and waved it around Clark's face, giving him a layer of 'makeup'.

After being exposed to kryptonite radiation, Clark had almost recovered, but his expression became painful again while he was in a coma, his face was weak and white, as if he was seriously ill.

After feeling that it was almost done, David put away the kryptonite with satisfaction.

"Kryptonians would have to be exposed to kryptonite for at least months or even years before their lives would be in danger."

No problem for a short time, especially Clark is not an ordinary Kryptonian.

"Of course, I'm doing this for your own good, Clark."

He was definitely not doing it for some information suggesting +3 or +2 pain from Clark.

David smiled and walked in with Clark on his back.

"Oh my God, David, what happened to your brother?"

Seeing this scene, Martha was so scared that she covered her mouth.

"Clark, why did you faint?"

Jonathan's expression was in disbelief. Clark was stronger than an ox when he was a child and had never been sick or injured. This was the first time the couple saw him like this. His face turned pale and he was unconscious.

"I don't know either. It seems like there's something wrong with Clark's super physical condition."

David said without blushing and without a beating heart.

"Let him lie down quickly."

Carefully taking Clark from his younger son's shoulders, Jonathan laid him down on the sofa.

Martha quickly went to get a glass of water, came to the sofa, and called her son's name anxiously.

"Clark?"

The couple were both a little flustered.

Because speaking of it, even though the two of them are middle-aged, they have never encountered their son getting sick.

"Well."

Feeling a shaking, Clark woke up in a daze.

His parents gathered around him anxiously, with an indescribable concern in their eyes, and they were cautious, not daring to shake him hard.

"Father, mother..."

Returning to his warm and familiar home, he felt a little dazed as he looked at his parents gathered around him.

I almost forgot when gray hair appeared in my father's hair, his face became weathered, his body was no longer so strong, the corners of his mother's eyes were wrinkled by time, and her skin was sagging. Everything pierced his eyes like knives.

I just remember that when I was little, I loved riding on my father's neck and letting him run around. I was not interested in the passing games that other fathers and sons liked to play, leaving my father helpless and could only play with David.

By the way, there was a time when he liked to eat corn dogs and always pestered his mother to make them... Scenes from the past came to mind.

Clark's nose felt as if he had been hit by a punch and couldn't help but feel sore. It was because he had consumed his parents' youth.

"My parents picked me up from a rain of meteorites and raised me as hard as their own son. They even cared more about my psychology and emotions than they did David.

Never asked for anything from me, never thought of getting anything from me.”

It was obvious that one could easily take advantage of his abilities and make him a promising young football or soccer star to make a lot of money without having to work on the farm all day long, but his parents never did that.

"I've even been asked to hide my abilities just to protect me, but I'm still tired of it..."

"Clark, what's wrong with you?" Her son was in a daze and didn't speak for a long time. Martha was even more anxious, fearing that there was something wrong with his health.

"Mother!"

Clark's eyes were red, and he suddenly stood up filled with guilt, stretched out his arms and hugged tightly the couple who loved him most in the world.

"I was wrong, father.

No matter what my identity is, it cannot change the fact that I am your son."

How stupid I was before. Obviously, my parents didn't care about his identity. For more than ten years, they treated him like their own son and gave him the best and the warmest love in the world.

But he struggled with this after learning the truth.

"As long as you come back, Clark."

Jonathan's heart dropped, a smile appeared on his face, he and Martha looked at each other with relief, and hugged their son.

"Looks like someone gave up and ran away from home?"

David, who was leaning against the door frame, clapped his hands with a playful expression. Clark remembered that he was a little ashamed before and said to his brother.

[Happiness from Clark +14, Gratitude +7, Shame +5...]

"You always see things better than I do, David."

Jonathan and Martha also admit this. Their youngest son is smart and mature, and they never have to worry about it.

"Clark, are you okay?"

The warm family atmosphere returned to the past. Martha thought of her son's pale face just now and asked, "Why do you look like you are sick?"

"I'm fine, except for the back of my head...hiss!"

Clark touched the back of his head, as if his head had been hit by a rocket falling from the sky. He gasped in pain and looked up at David in confusion.

"David, you...?"

Was he too weak from Lana's necklace? That he was so painfully beaten by his younger brother?
To be continued...