American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 38: Tribulations, but still a happy birthday.

The corridor was noisy.

There was a mixture of crying, cursing and the sirens of ambulances.

Locke and his group hurried through the crowd, surrounded by parents who had survived the disaster.

Some people were crying loudly while holding their wet children, some were grabbing the school bus driver's collar and yelling at him, and several teachers were slumped on the benches with pale faces.

But Locke's eyes were fixed on Mrs. Green, who was shivering in the corner.

But just as he was about to take a step forward, a rubber-gloved hand gently rested on his shoulder.

"Is that Mr. Locke?"

A hot nurse in a white nurse uniform stood behind him with a smile on her face, her eyes curved into crescents behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

"Clark is in Ward 203, and Dio is with him."

Locke was startled, then recognized the nurse who had taken care of Dior: "Thank you, Miss Diesel."

"Oops~"

The nurse chuckled softly, the name tag on her chest gleaming in the light. "I'm surprised you still remember me."

But Martha had no time to thank him. With red eyes, she trotted towards the ward, and Jonathan hurriedly followed.

"Let's go see the kids first."

Locke nodded and walked quickly through the corridor with Logan.

Diesel stepped aside to make way, watching the backs of the four people passing by.

Her smile gradually deepened, and her lenses reflected a cold light.

Interesting man.
Diesel's slender fingers gently stroked the medical record board, and he remembered what he noticed that day.

Lionel Luthor's private jet was parked on the roof of the hospital, but the farmer refused his invitation.

If he could refuse a million-dollar annual salary, no wonder he could resist my suggestions.

It seems I need to practice more.

"Didi-di-!"

The red light at the nurses' station flashed, and Diesel came back to his senses and flipped through the medical record board in his hand.

She remembered that the father of one of the children was the owner of a pharmacy in the small town.
-
Standing in front of Ward 203.

Just as the four of them were about to push the door open, they heard Dio's angry growl and Clark's stubborn defense from inside.

Locke's expression suddenly became strange——

He heard Dio say.
"Dark Will?"

'Survive to the end?'

'Become the emperor?!'

What the hell is this?!
But Martha and Jonathan on the other side breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at each other.

"It's great that the children are still so energetic."

Martha wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Jonathan nodded: "At least it means Clark and Dio are fine."

Logan poked Locke's back hard from behind. He stared and growled silently with his mouth:

"How do you teach your children?!"

Taking a deep breath, Locke gently pushed the door open.

Dio stood in front of the bed, still maintaining a haughty posture.

"What do you want to be?"

Locke walked forward, rubbed Dio's golden head, and said helplessly, "Dio, tell Dad, is that your birthday wish?"

"dad."

Dio's anger froze the moment he saw Locke.

All the bold words just now turned into a wry smile.

Clark on the bed shrank his neck as if he had done something wrong and buried half of his face in the quilt.

"You guys, you just escaped death, and you have..."

But before Locke could finish his words, Martha stepped forward quickly, pushed Locke away, and hugged Clark tightly in her arms.

"You guys really scared me."

Her voice trembled, and her tears soaked Clark's hospital gown.

This time.
Even the young man who had been smiling bravely from the time of the accident could no longer hold it in.

Tears welled up in his blue eyes instantly, and Clark hugged Martha's waist tightly, burying his face in her warm embrace.

"Mother."

"When I was underwater, I really thought I would never see you again."

The boy's voice was more fragile than ever before, like a frightened little animal.

Patting Clark's back gently, Jonathan stood by and gently ruffled his adopted son's curly hair with his rough big hands.

See this
Locke's chest tightened.

He realized then that he sometimes forgot that Clark was only nine.

Not all children can mature as precociously as Dior.

And when encountering such a thing, even Dio
The blond boy stood there stubbornly, his eyes red and his lips pressed into a tight line.

There were too many emotions surging in those red eyes that were always domineering.

Angry, fear, and grievance.
“Dio.” Locke sighed softly, reaching out to pat his shoulder. “You don’t have to keep this up.”

"Dad understands you."

This sentence was like opening a floodgate.

Dio suddenly threw himself into Locke's arms.

"Clark is an idiot!!"

he swore angrily.

Hugging his trembling son tightly, Locke could feel the hot tears soaking through his clothes.

"Crack~"

Logan closed the door gently and leaned outside the ward.

He sniffed and didn't bother the family.

Ninety years, right?
Home
The wolf turned his face away and closed his eyes silently.
-
It was pouring rain outside the window.

Raindrops beat on the roof of Kent Farm, but they could not cover up the warm laughter inside the house.

On the dining table, there was a birthday cake with nine slowly burning candles.

Clark and Dio had just made their wishes and everyone was busy singing birthday songs to them.

until
The kitchen door slammed open.

"Little birthday boys!"

Logan strode out carrying a small cake, the maple syrup gleaming amber in the candlelight.

“Authentic Canadian maple cake, who wants it?”

"I me me!"

Clark immediately raised his hand, his blue eyes shining like stars.

Logan glanced at the cold Dio, then looked at the excited Clark, and suddenly felt that this boy was an angel.

"Little hero!"

"Eat! Eat a big piece!" He generously cut off a fist-sized piece and even personally picked up a spoonful and handed it to Clark's mouth, "Uncle Logan will feed you!"

Dio rolled his eyes, finding the homeless man an eyesore.

Locke couldn't help but laugh, walked quickly to the corner, and suddenly lifted the dust sheet.

"Look! The Royal Academy of Sciences' custom-made astronomical telescope!"

The metal bracket glows coldly under the light, and the gold-plated "KENT" on the lens barrel is particularly eye-catching.

but.
"Wow, thanks uncle/dad."

The two children thanked him politely.

Locke raised an eyebrow: ".?"

Isn't this the wrong reaction?

"Locke, you're not doing well."

"Children, look at me!"

Jonathan suddenly opened a small room on the other side.

“Thump, thump, thump—!”

Two mini tractors suddenly appeared!
The car is painted in cool colors and there is a bow tied on the steering wheel.

There was a clang.

Clark dropped his fork and, drawn to the tractor as if by a magnet, he lunged at it, running his small hands over the metal.

Although Dio was not as dazed as Clark, his eyes were also glued to the small tractor.

"."

Watching this scene silently, Locke had a thousand thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't speak.

Jonathan came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"brother."

"Thank you." He lowered his voice and pointed at the tractor. "You taught me!"

"Nothing bought with money can compare to something made with your own hands!"

The corners of Locke's mouth twitched.

This feels so familiar!
The baseball gloves he saved up when he was fourteen were finally defeated by the cowhide knot made by Jonathan!
"Jonathan," Locke said faintly, "how can you be so kind?"

"What are you two doing?"

Martha stepped in and stuffed a piece of cake into each of her husband's and brother's mouths.

"You're almost eighty years old together, can you be more mature?!"

Chewing the cake in his mouth, Locke nodded helplessly and looked at the night outside the window.

The starry sky was projected onto the window glass, winding down and transforming the laughter in the house into a blurry halo.

The suffering will eventually pass
Today's scars may leave a mark, but now -

They are all just special gifts given by life today.

The family is still happy.

that's enough.

For Locke.

(End of this chapter)