"No, you two are both heroes."
Peter ruffled Clark and Mark's hair, then looked at a few towel-clad girls not far away.
The girls' eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Clark and Mark.
"But… sometimes, becoming a hero means losing something."
He said to the two young boys with a complex expression.
"Dad."
Mark's expression was conflicted, and he gripped his Water cup tightly.
"You said Clark and I couldn't expose our abilities. I'm sorry, I… I might have made a mistake."
Unlike Clark's feeling of accomplishment at the moment, Mark felt a bit upset.
He felt that he shouldn't have exposed his abilities.
But at that time, Clark was in danger, and if he didn't save him and help him push the school bus ashore.
Clark might have continued to stubbornly push the school bus by himself.
For Clark's safety, he changed his mind and went to help him.
But that didn't mean he thought Clark was right.
"No, you saved Clark, didn't you?"
He had just heard the two young boys recount the scene underwater.
"Although Dad thinks you should hide your abilities, since it has already happened, we shouldn't dwell on it with regret."
Peter placed his hand on Mark's shoulder, "Sometimes, John, we have to make choices at important junctures."
He comforted Mark: "We can make any choice, whether that choice is right, wrong, evil, or righteous, but you need to know that any choice you make will require a price later."
Although he didn't approve of Mark and Clark exposing their abilities, he understood the special circumstances.
If the two young boys had chosen to stand by and do nothing, he would have felt that he had spoiled them.
"Price?"
Mark didn't notice his dad was lost in thought; although he didn't quite understand his dad's words, he still repeated the word.
"Mr. Patrick."
Martha McConner, who had simply bandaged her wound, walked over to greet Peter.
With an unusual expression, she glanced at Clark and Mark beside her.
The scene of the two young boys pushing the school bus was still replaying in her mind.
But then she thought that the two young boys were Peter's children, and it seemed to become a bit more normal.
After all, this guy had single-handedly taken down a group of gangsters.
Adjusting her emotions, she said to Peter in as normal a tone as possible: "I'm very sorry, I didn't protect Clark and John well."
She decided to conceal the scene from earlier for the two of them.
After all, Peter had saved her from the gangsters before.
"No, I know this has nothing to do with Teacher McConner."
Peter said to her: "None of us want to see car accidents happen."
Since the other party was playing dumb, Peter cooperated with her accordingly.
After the two spoke a few words and Martha McConner left, Mark whispered to Peter: "Dad, Teacher McConner's heart was beating very fast just now."
Mark's auditory system became more and more abnormal as he grew older.
Now he could easily pick up the sound of a human heart beating.
"Uh huh, I know."
Peter nodded, "Perhaps Teacher McConner hasn't fully recovered from the accident just now."
Just as Mark was about to say something more, Martha and Jonathan had already arrived in their car.
"God!"
An excited Martha hugged Clark tightly, "Are you hurt, Clark?"
"I'm fine, Mom."
Jonathan, who was next to them, let out a sigh of relief while looking at Peter, "Peter, what happened?"
At the same time.
Old Horry, by the ambulance, was receiving a towel from a medic.
While thanking the medical personnel, his serious gaze fell on Peter and Jonathan and the others in the distance.
Night, Kent Farm.
Clark was eating dinner with his parents.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit heavy.
Before dinner, the mother of the girl who had witnessed Clark and Mark pushing the school bus came to the Kent home with her daughter, wanting to know if Clark had pushed the school bus up.
The result, of course, was that the Kent couple flatly denied it.
"Clark."
Jonathan put down his knife and fork and said to Clark, who was looking down: "Do you remember what we talked about before? You must… hide that side of you. You cannot let people see your abilities."
Clark bit his lip, looked up, "Then what am I supposed to do? Watch them die? Just like Little Terry."
"Who is Little Terry?"
Jonathan was stunned for a moment, then stopped dwelling on the question and continued: "If everyone knew about your abilities, everything would change. Did you see Claire's expression?"
"She was terrified."
"I don't understand."
Clark didn't understand Jonathan's intentions; he said to his father: "I saved her, why would she be afraid?"
"Because people fear the unknown."
Clark's mood worsened, "Am I not human, Dad?"
Hearing Clark ask this, both parents were stunned, then looked at each other.
Jonathan said to him: "No, of course you are human, Clark."
"I'm not human, Dad."
Clark said excitedly: "John and I, we're both not. I'm not your son, Dad, I've always known."
Hearing Clark's words, the couple was immediately stunned.
Jonathan thought the other party knew about the alien spaceship hidden in the Barn.
But Clark's next words made him somewhat speechless.
"I know, I should be Godfather's son, because he and I both have powers that others don't."
Ever since the auditorium zombie incident, when Clark personally witnessed Peter slicing zombies with a katana and blocking an explosion's impact with his arm, he suspected that he was Godfather's biological son.
After all, Godfather, like himself, possessed extraordinary strength and tough skin.
Clark, who liked to overthink, even suspected that he was swapped at the hospital, which led to his current father becoming his dad.
"No, of course not."
Martha quickly denied it; if she didn't quickly explain it clearly to Clark, her innocence would probably be gone.
Jonathan coughed, "Clark, you are Mom and Dad's child, always have been."
Clark lowered his head and muttered softly, "If… it were Godfather, he wouldn't think I was wrong."
Hearing his son's muttering, the couple looked at each other, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Jonathan asked him: "Did Godfather say you weren't wrong, Clark?"
"No, Godfather said that in that situation, my choice wasn't right or wrong, but if I did it, I might lose something."
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