Chapter 4298

Although it was winter, after a heavy snow, the temperature had risen somewhat. But this wasn't good news, because sometimes, rain is harder to endure than snow. Just this night, cold rain began to fall in Metropolis. When Diana brought Clark back to her apartment, they were both drenched, and even as a demigod, she felt the chill that drilled straight into her bone marrow.

Diana shivered violently, rubbed her arms, and took a deep breath. She first helped Clark to the sofa, went to the bathroom to wipe her hair and body dry, and didn't even have time to take a hot shower before walking out, taking milk from the refrigerator, pouring it into a cup, and putting it into the microwave.

She couldn't be sure whether this powerful alien still had such a strong physique after being wounded. To prevent him from losing body heat, Diana first found a thick blanket for him, and then gave him a cup of hot milk.

Then she returned to the bedroom, searching while saying: "I have to find a bed sheet to temporarily act as a curtain for the living room. Can't let people discover you're at my place, otherwise we might both be kicked out."

Clark was still very weak; even though he was wrapped in a blanket, he was still shivering. He subconsciously picked up the warm milk, wanting to send it to his mouth, but because his hand was shaking the whole time, he choked after just one sip.

"Cough, cough, cough!" He coughed violently, and an inexplicable anger rushed to his heart. He put the cup down on the table forcefully; half the milk spilled out; when he withdrew his hand, he accidentally knocked the cup over, and it fell to the ground, making a crisp "crack" sound.

"Oh, my god, take it easy!" Diana said in a low voice, "This apartment building isn't that soundproof. It's already the middle of the night, can't disturb the neighbors, otherwise we'll be complained about."

Just as she said this, the doorbell rang. Diana hurriedly ran to the monitor by the door and saw it was the apartment building's security guard.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Davis. It's so late, is something the matter?"

"Someone said they saw you bring your boyfriend home."

"Yes," Diana said through gritted teeth, "He's drunk. It's too cold tonight, the car wouldn't start, so he can only make do at my place for the night."

"Alright, be careful, don't make too much noise. This isn't the first time you've been complained about."

"Okay, got it, thanks for the reminder."

After hanging up the communication, Diana breathed a sigh of relief. Then she turned around to clean up the table and said: "I'll help you back to the bedroom first, you must not make any noise again. This kind of apartment is managed very strictly, generally not allowing strangers to stay overnight, if discovered, I'll be kicked out by the landlord too."

Diana helped Clark into the bedroom, pulled the curtains tightly, and went to pour a glass of water for him to put on the bedside table. After confirming there was no problem, she closed the bedroom door.

This was a single-room apartment, with only one room and one living room. Don't look at the small place, the rent was ridiculously expensive, because this was the city center of Metropolis, only a five-minute drive from the Metropolis Museum where she worked, and she could even see a corner of the Luthor Group building.

Because there was only one bedroom and she gave it to Clark, Diana could only make do on the sofa in the living room for the night. But she really couldn't sleep, because if she didn't take Clark away tomorrow, the apartment security might still find trouble for them. If it attracted police attention and they discovered this alien might be at her place, that would be a total disaster.

Diana and Clark had never met before, didn't know each other at all, let alone any feelings. Diana chose to bring Clark back because the righteous acts Superman had done in Metropolis made her feel he was a good person, and Diana was also a good person, so if she had the ability to help, she would try her best to help.

However, the problem now is that she didn't have such great power. She was indeed an immortal and a demigod, but her social class was somewhat awkward. She had never been that kind of top-tier tycoon, had no industry, just an employee, although her income was quite good, considered high-end middle class, but she had no control over this society, instead having to suffer the faces of various violent institutions.

As long as she still wanted to maintain her identity in human society, she had to abide by the law and do things according to many unwritten rules. If she went too far, others really couldn't kill her, but they could make her socially dead. She didn't want to be a homeless fugitive.

Bringing Clark back to the apartment was already very risky; once discovered by the apartment manager, the landlord would immediately terminate the contract. According to unwritten rules, winter is the time when you can't find a house; any community that is slightly decent wouldn't accept tenants in winter, even if two super-powered people wandering the streets would definitely be very miserable.

Risking the risk of homelessness for Clark was already the limit Diana was willing to pay for her kindness. She had to find a way to solve this series of troubles.

Just like this, she spent the night anxiously. When Diana woke up the next day, something even more heartbreaking happened—Clark pulled open the curtains, opened the window, and even leaned more than half of his body out.

"Clark!!! Clark Kent!!!!" Diana roared at him, "What are you doing?!!!"

When Clark turned around, Diana was startled by the coldness in his eyes. This didn't look like he was going to commit suicide, but rather like he was going to kill someone.

"Why... why can't I fly anymore?!"

"What?"

"I can't fly!" Clark stood in front of the window against the light and said, "Even if I basked in the sun, I can't fly..."

"You..." Diana paused and said, "You're wounded, and you're seriously wounded. If you haven't recovered, maybe you just can't fly."

Her tone was somewhat uncertain, because she didn't understand Clark's species at all. She guessed that this breed of alien might just lose the ability to fly when wounded.

"What should I do?" Clark asked.

"You're wounded, you need to recuperate," Diana repeated, "You have to heal your wounds first before you can recover your powerful strength, don't you?"

"Heal my wounds?" Clark repeated in a cold tone. He leaned against the wall, stumbled to Diana's front, stared into her eyes, and said: "My mother was kidnapped, and she was kidnapped by Lex Luthor. I have to go save her..."

Diana opened her mouth; she could fully understand Clark's breakdown, but this was also beyond her capability. Because even if she flew out to find someone now, leaving Clark alone here, Clark would definitely be discovered—his mental state now destined he couldn't possibly stay in the room honestly.

Even being kicked out of the apartment wasn't the worst result. Now the military and police were hunting for Clark; once discovered he was here, she might also be arrested on charges of harboring a criminal.

So how did things develop to this point?! Diana thought somewhat brokenly; she shouldn't have been meddlesome in the first place!

But despite this, she still took a deep breath and said: "I will contact my friends and have them check your mother's whereabouts. Your primary task now is to heal your wounds, otherwise, you won't be able to find her..."

Clark stood in place, dazed, and after a while clenched his fists and hammered the wall forcefully. Although he had lost most of his superpowers, this blow still made the whole room shake like an earthquake. The table leaning against the wall fell, and Diana's laptop and a pile of electronic equipment all smashed to the ground.

Diana had no time to look at those things. She blocked Clark, who was limping toward the door, and said: "Where are you going?!"

"I have to find her, I have to find her... I can't be without her, she's my mother."

Diana blocked him firmly and said: "You really can't go out, there are police everywhere outside. You can't beat them in your current state, you'll be caught!"

"Then what can you do!" Clark seemed to have suddenly lost control; he roared angrily, veins bulging all over his face. He pushed Diana, Diana was caught off guard, stumbled, and almost hit the wall.

"I can't do anything," Diana said, "Things have developed to this point, we are all helpless."

Clark looked like a bomb about to explode; that kind of terrifying anger completely occupied his reason. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his family's wheat field; he roared crazily, shouted angrily, for that dead little lamb, for the death that made them all helpless.

"Clark... Clark..."

Before losing consciousness, Clark heard Diana's call; the other party's tone still had no anger, only shock and worry. At this moment, it seemed like a trace of inexplicable emotion pierced through the wave of anger, like a swallow piercing the dark clouds, staying in Clark's consciousness for a moment, like thunder, illuminating the entire night sky.

When he woke up again, Clark found himself in a strange place again. Although it looked strange, it had a feeling of inexplicable familiarity. When the door was pushed open, a tall figure walked in.

It was that officer. Clark vigilantly climbed up, retreated to the corner of the wall, and glared angrily at the black officer who walked in.

And the other party just sized him up and said: "Perhaps he is right, you are still too young."

When Clark realized he was trembling, he became even more nervous, clenching the steel pipe by the bed until it deformed. That kind of familiar anger surged up again, and he almost couldn't control himself.

"Don't come over!" Clark shouted.

The other party stood in front of him with his hands behind his back. For some reason, the moment Clark saw his eyes, he had that feeling of waking up for a moment. But this still couldn't be maintained for too long.

"Among your species, you are still just an infant. All of this is too cruel for you."

Clark heard him murmuring; these words made him feel confused, but also made him have a kind of unbearable sadness, making him think of his parents.

"Martha... Martha..." Clark suddenly woke up. He stood up from the bed, but because of the dizziness, he fell to one side, finally leaning against the wall, and then stared at the officer and said: "Lex Luthor kidnapped my mother, you have to go save her! Go save her!"

But in Clark's hazy gaze, that black officer shook his head and said: "No, we can't save her. The only one who can save her is you."

"But I'm wounded! I've lost my superpowers, I can't even fly. Where am I supposed to find her?!"

Suddenly, Clark felt someone holding his shoulders. He looked up and saw those eyes. Intuition told him that these eyes shouldn't belong to an officer; there was no coldness that a soldier should have, but gentleness and wisdom.

"Look at me, Clark Kent." he heard that black officer say, "Control yourself, drive those angry and violent emotions out of your mind, re-recognize yourself, re-look at this world. Only in this way can you save your mother."