“I just stabbed him in the neck with a fork; after that, I don’t know what happened.”

In the Smallville Police Station, Peter said this to the third officer who was interrogating him.

He had repeated similar statements countless times.

“We retrieved the supermarket's surveillance footage and obtained testimonies from witnesses at the scene. They said you were in a standoff with that guy.”

The burly white officer slammed the transcript down on the table with a thud.

“Don’t try to lie, cowboy; I know you’re a restless guy.”

Peter leaned forward slightly. “I believe I was acting in self-defense, officer. I took down the gunman, saved people, and should be respected and honored. Why am I being treated like a criminal?”

He was aware that the robber had shot out all the cameras in the supermarket during the incident.

So he was one hundred percent sure that the supermarket's footage captured nothing related to him and Azou.

Additionally, he had already coordinated his testimony with the only eyewitness—Martha.

As for Azou's situation, the system had provided him with legitimate adoption papers, so he wasn’t worried about any investigations.

Just as the white officer was left speechless by his questions, there was a sudden knock at the interrogation room door.

A female officer stood outside and said to him, “Chief, they have arrived.”

The white officer nodded and quickly walked out of the interrogation room.

A few minutes later, he returned.

“You can go now.”

He stepped forward to unlock Peter's handcuffs and warned him, “But don’t leave town; we may want to speak with you at any time.”

“Thank you.”

Peter calmly expressed his gratitude.

As he stepped out of the interrogation room, Martha, anxiously holding Azou, hurried over.

“Oh my God! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Peter took Azou from Martha's arms.

The rosy-cheeked Azou seemed to have recovered from the earlier “Tyrannosaurus” incident.

Holding a new toy in his hand, he was playing happily.

“I’m Jonathan Kent.”

The man beside Martha extended his hand to Peter. “Thank you so much, Mr. Patrick.”

Martha’s husband, Jonathan, sincerely thanked Peter.

He had already learned the whole story from his wife.

Although he was somewhat skeptical about what his wife said—that the baby shot lasers from his eyes to cut the robber in half—he was genuinely grateful to Peter for saving his wife and son.

“Not at all; in fact, I really like Clark too.”

Peter shrugged.

After exchanging a few words, Jonathan invited Peter to their home.

Peter accepted without hesitation and got into the car with the couple.

Inside the speeding car, Peter slowly clenched his fist, feeling the changes in his body.

It seemed his strength had increased significantly, and his vision and sensory perception had become sharper.

The scenery flashing by outside gradually slowed in his view.

He stared at the watch on his left wrist.

Previously, when he took down the gunman in the supermarket, he thought it was the adrenaline that fueled his bravery and explosiveness.

But now it seemed it wasn’t that simple.

Even if his adrenaline had surged, he couldn’t have stabbed the fork into the guy's neck so steadily and accurately.

Was it the watch that bestowed this power upon him?

Lost in thought, the car moved away from the town center, heading towards the Kent farm.

Tall trees flanked the sides of the road, with dark, damp bark enveloping the oaks, each standing like a silent and serious sentinel or a judgmental figure.

Twenty minutes later.

“We’re here.”

The car stopped in front of a farm.

Jonathan opened the car door and introduced, “This is our farm.”

Martha helped Peter get Azou out. “Jonathan's grandfather lived on the farm; he inherited it and gave up his college life for it.”

“Life is all about making choices, isn’t it? At least I gained you and Clark; if I had left the farm, we might never have met.”

“You always have your reasoning, Jonathan.”

Martha suddenly slapped her forehead. “Oh no! I left Clark with Neil and forgot to pick him up.”

She handed Azou to Peter. “Sorry, I have to go to Neil’s.”

Watching his wife leave in a hurry, Jonathan smiled at Peter, “Even after marriage, Martha can still be a bit scatterbrained.”

“She’s great.”

Peter said to Jonathan, “A competent mother.”

That was not just flattery; the future Superman didn’t go wrong, thanks to Martha’s upbringing.

If Clark fell into the hands of terrible parents, he might have turned into another Kryptonian.

“Yes, Martha is a good mother and wife.”

Jonathan said cheerfully.

...

Nighttime.

Martha and Jonathan prepared a sumptuous dinner for Peter.

“So, you really don’t know who John’s mother is?”

(Martha referred to Azou as John, the name Peter chose, which is identical to his previous life.)

Putting down her utensils, Martha asked Peter in surprise.

“Yes, he’s my adopted child; I’ve never been married.”

Peter spoke the lie without blushing or skipping a heartbeat.

Martha turned to look at Azou, who was playing on the floor with Clark.

She recalled the scene from last month when she and her husband found Clark on the farm.

“Earlier at the supermarket, he...”

Martha hesitated, unsure how to ask the question.

“That’s his gift.”

Peter took a bite of the beef stew and said, “I only recently discovered that John has extraordinary talents; he unleashes incredible strength when he is angry.”

Martha nodded, looking at Azou crawling on the floor. “I... when I was at the police station, the officers kept asking me about the situation at the scene. I told them I closed my eyes because I was scared...”

She murmured softly, “In fact, even if I said it, no one would believe me, right?”

Listening to his wife, Jonathan furrowed his brow.

Recalling the spaceship that brought Clark to their farm, he compared the uniqueness of the two children.

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into his mind, one he found absurd even himself.

Could it be that John was also brought by the spaceship?

Then what was the relationship between John and Clark?

“I hope you can keep this secret for John’s upbringing.”

Peter's words interrupted Jonathan's thoughts.

“Of course.”

Jonathan paused for a moment and nodded repeatedly.

After thanking the couple, Peter walked over to the two babies and picked up Clark. “Actually, I think Clark has more talent.”

He promptly proposed to the couple that he would like to take Clark as his godson.

To avoid future complications from a potential Kryptonian, Peter decided to take on a godson.

In case this kid turned against him, at least he would have a godson to rely on.

Upon hearing Peter express his hope to become Clark's godfather, the couple exchanged glances.

“Of... of course, that’s fine.”

Martha immediately replied.

For Peter, who had saved her life, she felt that being a godfather was absolutely no problem.

And Clark, held by Peter, suddenly uttered a garbled phrase:

“Dad... Dad!”